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literaila · 2 months

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gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: the past comes back to haunt you, as it usually does.

warnings: angst, allusions to disassociation, hurt/comfort, mama is sad

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year five.

"wait for me," satoru tells megumi, as soon as he starts walking away.

you're watching as megumi hangs his head, looking like he'd failed at his one objective--escaping--and turns around, glaring at satoru.

you've all been out shopping for the past two hours. getting the kids new clothes, shoes, whatever else satoru swears they need...

honestly, he's kind of cute running around like a maniac from store to store. showing tsumiki a cute dress she could wear, or teasing megumi into trying on a sweatshirt that matches his.

it's quite possibly the only reason you haven't complained.

or pointed out that both of the kids are on the verge of whining all the way home. or that he doesn't need to spend 100,000 yen to make them happy.

"hurry up," megumi tells the man, basically growling at him.

satoru grins and ruffles his hair, resting a hand on his back as the two of them begin to navigate through the crowd. mostly likely, neither of them knows where they're going.

you're not even sure where a bathroom is in this district.

"we'll wait here," you call out, nudging tsumiki. satoru turns briefly to give you a little peace sign, a little grin, and then he murmurs something to megumi you can't hear and they're both gone.

you're a little worried about them being alone together in this state but you ignore it.

"guess it's just you and me, miki," you say to the little girl at your side. she beams up at you, nodding. "do you want to sit down? how do the shoes feel?"

"mmm," she looks down, blinking at the sparkly shoes satoru insisted were perfect for her. "they're rubbing at my ankles a little."

"we can get some new socks, too. that should help. c'mon, i think there's a bench over there."

she grabs your hand as you begin towards the bench, humming something under her breath.

you look down to smile at her and don't notice the person walking by, accidentally bumping into them. "oh, i'm sorry, excuse us--" you turn and your entire body lurches away from you.

for a brief moment, you're not yourself. your conscious moves in an instant, ready to defend itself from everything, anything. you're not yourself, but someone else. someone you used to know very well.

"i--" you breathe, freezing at the person in front of you.

tsumiki pulls on your hand a little, confused when you stop suddenly. she looks to the woman standing in front of you, with a bizarre look on her face, and then tsumiki's brown eyes go back to you, her face riddled with curiosity.

"y/n?"

i don't remember a lot about her but i remember hugging her when she got home from work, and the way she said my name--

you want to forget it all.

it's clear now, several years later, that you would rather forget everything about her--about this woman standing in front of you, basically a reflection of yourself--than have to do this all over again. then have to face the memories of what she did to you. then put that child through any of it.

"hi--hey," you say because you have to.

here's the thing about seeing your mom for the first time in a decade: you can't just pretend you didn't.

you'd like to turn right around and walk away. you'd like to pretend that you've grown sometime in the past nine years, that you've turned into someone who doesn't need to stay and talk to her. you'd like to think that you're someone who can cut her right out of your life and feel all of the better for it.

but you're not.

you can't run away from your mother. you can't apologize for bumping into her and turn around with tsumiki's hand in yours and forget about it. actually, you can't even move right now.

because there's still this girl inside of you.

there's still this child, a teenager who tried so desperately to earn the approval of this woman and never got it. who tried so hard to be everything that this woman wanted, but could never try enough.

and she's clinging to your chest right now, breathing into your skin like a toxin, digging her nails into your heart and begging you to try again. telling you that you've got another shot, a chance she couldn't have--

so you can't leave now. not when you owe it to her, to yourself to try, to trick yourself into believing that it was just a fault of your own, that your childhood memories are only the result of some flaws you've already fixed.

you can't walk away when your mind is stuck on her, her, and--tsumiki.

your broken eyes turn to her.

your little girl who is standing right beside you, waiting for your next move. if you told her to run, she would. if you told her to stay by your side and say nothing, to hide behind you, she would. she wouldn't even ask you what was going on.

but for no reason at all, you can't tell tsumiki anything. you can't whisper to her that it's fine, that everything is fine. you can't introduce her or drag her away.

you can't do anything and it's never felt worse.

"i thought that was you," your mother says, tilting her head at you. she's staring like this is just a casual bump in. like you're colleagues who haven't seen each other since she went on vacation. "you look... grown."

you feel naive. there's nothing you can say to this woman to prove to her that you're better than you were. that you're far too good for her.

"thanks," you whisper, even though you know it's not a compliment. it's an instinct to appeal to her. to be polite and perfect.

your mom clasps her hands together. if you were looking at her--which you're not, you wouldn't dare--you might be able to tell that she's uncomfortable with you being there. almost surprised.

maybe she just assumed that you'd die as soon as you left the comfort of your childhood home. maybe she thought that they would've kicked you out of jujutsu high a day after you arrived, leaving you to starve on the street just like she did.

"well, how are you?"

you swallow. "i'm good."

she nods, and then she looks to your side and finally notices tsumiki there.

tsumiki, with her precious face, her beautiful brown eyes, and carefully organized hair.

you're not sure what your mother sees when she looks at her.

you wish more than anything that you could hide her. you don't want your mom's--you don't want this woman's eyes on her. you don't want her to say a single word to your daughter.

"and who's this?"

but you can't just send her away. you have no idea where satoru went, and tsumiki can't walk around on her own. not right now, not when you're so preoccupied.

you just can't walk away.

tsumiki holds her hand out, just like you taught her. "i'm tsumiki fushiguro."

"it's nice to meet you," your mother answers, shaking her hand warily like she's certain that she might get an infection from tsumiki's skin. and then she looks at you, not daring to ask what she wants to.

you clench your jaw, wanting to slap her hand away from tsumiki.

you should've put up a barrier a minute ago. the only possible block between you and a woman who doesn't deserve the pleasure of meeting tsumiki. who deserves no explanations from you.

but your cursed energy is frozen in place, and you know that if you shut yourself in, you'll never get back out.

"my daughter," you add, a bit louder now.

your mom's eyebrows raise immediately and she pauses, looking between the two of you, searching for some useless resemblance. like it isn't obvious that you share a bond, just from the way your hands are intertwined. like it's not obvious that you braided tsumiki's hair, or helped her pick out the shoes she's wearing.

like it might not be true.

still, she asks tsumiki, "how old are you?"

"twelve."

and you know where her mind goes immediately. thinking that it can't be possible. she knew you when you were twelve, and you certainly weren't pregnant with the little girl standing beside you. you certainly weren't developing any maternal skills locked away in your room, with only the curse that liked to hide in the walls to teach you.

it brings that resentment to the surface of your core, threatening to burst through your skin. you feel suddenly so angry you can't bear it.

and you're not that girl anymore, you realize. you haven't been since you met nanami and haibara and satoru.

since you learned that you were only a child and not a trophy that needed to live up to its name.

"well," your mom sighs, shaking her head. "i can't say this is what i expected."

"excuse me?"

"really, what do you know about children, y/n? don't you think you're a little young?"

tsumiki looks up at you with a frown, about to ask what she means when you stop her.

you squeeze her hand and look away, into the eyes of the woman who created you--who has that string of biology she just judged you and tsumiki for lacking--and still didn't care.

she is nothing if not the proof that dna means absolutely nothing.

"what do you know about children, mom?" you repeat, rhetorically. "at least i know that a ten-year-old shouldn't spend every hour of the day locked in their room, waiting for someone to come let them out."

"i'm shocked that you--"

"at least i know that a child is a gift and not a toy to hide away when you get bored of it."

your mom scoffs. "i can't believe this--"

"neither can i," you say and look to your daughter, who's got wide brown eyes and a confused sort of fear on her face. she doesn't need to hear anything else you have to say to this woman. you smile at her, soft as ever. "go look for dad, okay? he shouldn't be far."

it's been five minutes, and satoru's probably right around the corner, you rationalize. he's going to come pick up tsumiki and rescue you any second now.

tsumiki nods immediately, letting go of your hand. she turns to go do what you said, but before she can there's a strong hand on your shoulder, a body right beside yours, and you almost gasp in relief.

"found him," tsumiki tells you, softly.

you turn to satoru, wanting to beg him to carry you away from her, to get you away from her--but the words won't come. you're too struck by the view of his face, and the knowledge that when you finally escape from this, he's going to be right there.

satoru was there the first time, and he'll linger for the second.

his shaded eyes look back at you, observing for a second, reading your mind, and then he turns.

megumi is trailing at his side, holding a shopping bag. he looks between this stranger and you, a cautious look on his face.

tsumiki is telling him something without any words.

"hello," satoru says, smoothly, breaking the silence. "i don't believe we've met. do you know y/n?"

your mother frowns, scoffing. "i'm her mother."

you can see it when satoru reels back, looking between the two of you for a moment, an intense realization on his face.

maybe he can see the resemblance. the face that might be your own in just a few years.

or maybe, finally, he can feel the horrors of being raised by her. all of the things you've never dared to tell him.

you're pleading satoru for something with your eyes but you're not even sure what.

"there's another one?" your mom asks, almost disgusted, as satoru processes. "how old are you?"

megumi frowns. he walks over to tsumiki, who's already picked up your hand, and asks you: "this is your mom?"

you nod at him, relieved more than anything that he's there, with the rest of you. and that if you can't explain, satoru will handle it.

megumi considers it for a second. "are you sure?"

and you want to laugh so abruptly that it shocks you. you want to grab him by the face and kiss all across his cheeks.

tsumiki is already smiling at you like she knows this. her grip is strong against yours.

satoru smiles at your mom, a vicious ugly thing. "did you need something from her?"

"i--no, we just ran into each other," she tells him, seemingly confused by his entire presence. she looks at you. "who is he? another child of yours?"

satoru licks his lips. "not quite."

you're about to answer when he grabs your empty hand, shaking his head. "i don't think there's anything y/n needs to say to you," he tells her, coldly. then he looks at you. "is there?"

"no," you whisper, coveting the feeling of his hand in yours. the two children at your side, who know what it's like to be loved. megumi and tsumiki, who will never feel unwanted, as long as you have a say in it.

satoru nods, guffly, and turns. "it was a pleasure to meet you," he says, and he moves all of you away. you can almost feel it when he shields the three of you from the rest of the world.

with his hand in yours, the other in tsumiki's, and megumi on the other side of her, satoru leads you all away from her.

and you let him. because the three of them are more of a family--a better, safer one--than that woman ever was.

you can't thank them all for being there, being yours, in this moment, but you will.

at least you know that.

satoru has been watching you for hours.

since you all got home and the kids' questions began.

that was your mom?

yes.

why haven't we met her before?

i haven't seen her in a long time.

was she upset?

yes.

why?

because i'm happier than she thought i'd be, you said, i have a better family.

are we going to see her again?

absolutely not.

after that, the two of them quieted. satoru could tell that they had more questions, that megumi was curious and tsumiki was worried--but neither of them continued.

it was almost unspoken that you couldn't take much more. that you needed a break from it, even if you wouldn't say. so they both moved on, resuming their usual antics and talking about the clothes they got, when and where they'd wear them.

well, mostly tsumiki. but megumi entertained her thoughts for a while at least.

satoru just watched you. the tiny break within your eyes, the gap between you and the rest of the world. you've remained all the same since you got home. cursed energy small, unchanging. your face in one position like it'll kill you to move it.

satoru can't stand it, but he doesn't want to intrude. he doesn't want you to push him away too.

so he only sat there, trying to fill your role (which was impossible) at the dinner table.

and several hours later, after dinner, after space, satoru still hasn't brought it up.

but he doesn't get the chance to. because as soon as you've put both of them to bed--insisting on tucking them in and talking to them both separately tonight, like you're making up for something--you're sneaking into satoru's room.

and he's waiting like he always is. his arms are wide open when you walk into the room, and there's not a moment of hesitation before you fall into them. you don't blink or breathe before you're right against him, keeping yourself up with nothing more than blood and bone.

satoru hugs you close to him, trying to let everything he feels go, just for you.

(because he's just angry.

he's angry that she showed up and ruined your day. he's angry that he wasn't there to keep it from happening. he's angry that when he walked over he could tell there was something wrong because you were frozen--because you were almost barren. no cursed energy, no expression. nothing to draw him to you like usual.

and he's so angry that he can't do anything to fix it.

so angry that being the strongest sorcerer of the modern age means nothing when he really needs it to.

satoru isn't a person who hates. he never hated the people who attempted to tie him down as a kid so he couldn't escape observation. he didn't hate toji when he cut him through the throat. he didn't hate suguru for leaving, or yaga for asking why he didn't stop him.

he doesn't hate.

but he hates her.

for taking your face and twisting it around. for stealing your childhood and pretending like she didn't. for holding your precious heart in her hands and acting like it was nothing of value.

he hates her.)

you both sit there, rocking back and forth, sinking together for a moment.

and then you sniff, and satoru closes his eyes against your head, not sure what to say to make it all better.

what he can do to erase this feeling from your body. what he can do to prove to you that you're worth so much more.

"do you think i'm a good mom?" you whisper to him, as he moves back and forth.

his heart pauses, needing a moment to consider this. to not feel a fire in his soul at the very suggestion.

satoru pulls back, frowning. and he makes sure that your eyes are on his when he says, "there's not a person in the world who could take better care of them than you do," he swears, feeling like it's the most honest thing he's ever said.

he wants to brand the words into your skin just so you never ask such a ridiculous question again.

"thank you," you say, voice breaking, and satoru wipes the tears falling down your cheeks away. each one a different memory, a terrible moment where someone showed you that you didn't matter.

and when they continue to fall, satoru continues to wipe them away.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks, almost hesitating. he's not sure that he can handle hearing about it--but he would if you needed him to.

"not tonight," you whisper and fall against him again.

satoru holds you close.

and he swears, to whoever is listening, that he'll love you enough to make up for that woman. he'll love you enough to make up for everything.

he loves you enough to be sure of it.

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Batting Practice Part 14 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With a little help from Jake, Bob and Molly, Bradley gets a chance to plead his case. But you're still on the fence about the Phillies game, and Bradley can't stand the thought of disappointing Everett. He bought those tickets for the three of you, because he wants to be on your perfect, little team.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, and fluff

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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When Molly told you that she couldn't take Everett to practice on Thursday, you actually whined at her. You were a mess of every emotion that could possibly be felt right now, and you were afraid you'd collapse like a house of cards in a stiff breeze as soon as you saw Bradley's big brown eyes again.

And then you remembered everything Jake said, and you wanted to run Bradley over with your car. You couldn't go on feeling this divided inside. You were exhausted and not sleeping well, and you snapped at Everett over nothing this morning. And now as you were about to pick him up and take him to practice, you needed to get back on track. You needed to stop thinking about Bradley.

"Mom!" Everett said, climbing into your car and buckling up. "Only three more days until the Phillies game."

You sighed and let your forehead rest briefly on your steering wheel before you started pulling out of the parking lot. "Ev, I don't know if that's still happening."

There was silence from the backseat. "Is this because you've been sad?" Your heart was squeezing in your chest as you swallowed hard. "Because the Phillies will cheer you up! And Coach Bradley will be there, and it's not on a tee ball day, so I can just call him Bradley like you do. And we can eat hot dogs like we did at the game last year."

"Ev," you managed to say, but there were tears in your eyes again. "We can talk about it more later, okay?"

"Yeah," he whispered, and you knew he was confused and upset, but you thought this was better than blindsiding him later.

When you got to the ballfield, you made it a point to park far away from the Bronco. You changed your shoes on your way down to the bleachers like you always did, and Bradley came over to greet Everett like he always did. But his eyes were hopeful and set on you, almost like he was relieved.

"Kitten," he whispered in that damn voice that made you see stars when you touched yourself in bed.

"Coach," you replied without emotion, kneeling down in front of Everett to help him change into his cleats.

"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you," Bradley said softly, and you could see him shifting from foot to foot out of the corner of your eye.

You kissed Everett's cheek and sent him over to Bob to warm up. Then you met Bradley's soft gaze with one of steel. "Molly was unavailable today. That's why I'm here. And I thought I told her to tell you to stop sending flowers to my house."

He nodded. "She did."

"Then why are there still flowers being delivered to my house?"

Bradley reached for you, but you stepped away from him. This was good. He was pissing you off. You didn't feel like forgiving him at all. He wouldn't stop with the flowers, and he was trying to touch you even though you didn't want him to.

"Kitten," he whispered.

"Stop calling me that."

He sighed. "I know why you're still mad at me. You should be mad at me. I'm mad at myself." When you didn't respond, he said, "I'll stop sending flowers to your house if you let me walk you and Ev to your car after practice."

It seemed like a small price to pay, honestly. "Fine."

Bradley's eyes lit up like you had agreed to a lot more than walking forty yards with him. "Perfect," he whispered. "I can't wait."

You watched him walk away as you settled on the bleachers. Really, the walk to your car would only take a few minutes, and Everett would be doing most of the talking. You'd be fine. And over time, you'd get over Bradley and the way he broke your heart.

So you watched the practice, trying to focus on Everett, but fully aware that your gaze made its way to Bradley every few minutes. You almost couldn't handle the way he was so sweet with your son, kneeling down to make sure Everett was okay after he got hit with a ball. You didn't have the heart to tell your son that there would be no more hanging out in the park with his coach.

When practice was ending, you pulled Everett's shoes out and braced yourself for the walk to your car with Bradley. It would be fine.

Then you heard the other moms, and you felt like crying again as you looked down at your feet. "I see she's finally back at practice today, Tara." It was Sandra, not even trying to keep her voice down.

"I don't see how she's allowed to be Team Mom if she's never here." What the hell? You only missed one game and one practice!

"Here comes Bradley. I think I'll ask him about it."

But Bradley must have heard them, because you looked up to see him and Everett standing in front of you. "Come on, Sandra, don't give her a hard time for missing a practice," Bradley said, and you gaped at him. He looked angry as he talked to the other moms.

You turned to look at Sandra over your shoulder as she sweetly said, "It was actually a practice and a game, Bradley. And I'd be more than happy to take over her duties."

"No," Bradley said firmly. "She's the best, and I want the best for the team."

"It was just a suggestion," Sandra muttered, glaring at you as you stood and had Everett sit down. You quickly switched his shoes without a word and then you turned to Bradley who was looking at you like you were something to be adored.

"We're walking to the parking lot now," you told him. "And remember, no more flowers after this. Come on, Ev." You watched your son bounce a few steps ahead of you and Bradley, and you decided to be as cordial as you could. "And thanks, but I don't need you to defend me like that. I can take care of myself."

Bradley looked at you while you looked straight ahead. "I know you can. And you can take care of Everett, too. That's part of the reason I find you so sexy."

You pressed your lips together and tried to keep yourself from moaning. It wasn't fair that he was able to make you so confused with just his words. Then he added, "I'll always defend you both, Kitten. Always."

"Bradley," you murmured, emotionally lost between tears and attraction.

"You and Ev, whatever it takes," he rasped, his voice so soft as you watched Everett stop his bouncing.

"Hey, Coach? My mom said we might not be going to the Phillies game."

"Ev," you said, cutting Bradley off before he could say anything. "I said we would talk about it later."

"But Mom, it is later," he replied, and you watched Bradley rubbing his face with his hands in frustration. "And I really want to go!"

Thankfully you were close to your car now, so you started walking a little faster. But you still heard Bradley say, "I really want to go, too."

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Bradley's heart was pounding as he opened the back door for Everett just like he used to. You had parked so far away from his Bronco, it made his heart ache even more. Before he closed the door, Bradley leaned in and said, "Great practice today, kiddo. I'll see you on Saturday? You'll be well rested? We need our power hitter against the Tiny Cardinals."

"Yeah, Coach Bradley," he replied with a high five. But Everett's disappointment over potentially missing the Phillies game was palpable, and Bradley's heart clenched as he closed the door.

He turned to look at you, realizing this was his only chance. After this, he wouldn't be able to hold anything over your head to make you talk to him or spend time with him. If he didn't pull this off now, you'd kick him to the curb for good.

"I'm not going to lie to you. I'm never going to lie to you, Kitten," he promised, and he watched your eyes flutter closed as you leaned back against your car door. "I said that shit so many weeks ago, because I was afraid of the way I felt about you. I was dying to get to know you, even after the first day we met. You and Ev? You're perfect, baby. You're obviously too good for me, that much is clear. And I was insecure, and I am embarrassed about it now."

"Bradley," you whispered, looking up at him with tears in your pretty eyes. The urge to touch you was almost too much, but he managed to keep his hands clenched at his sides.

"I know, Kitten. I fucked up with you. I would do anything for you to forgive me, for you to let me try to make this right. Because I want to be with you, be your only ball of yarn. But I will get on my knees right now and beg you to let me take Everett to the Phillies game on Sunday. I'll beg you if that's what it takes, because I can't bear to see him upset. I can't be someone who lets him down after making a promise to him. Please."

You just looked at him, your lip quivering as you wiped the unshed tears from your eyes. The words were right there on the tip of his tongue, but he was too afraid to say them yet. He knew you'd get right in your car and drive away if he dared to say them to you right now. So he nodded once and started to drop down to his knees, but you reached for his arm, keeping him up.

"Don't beg," you whispered, releasing him as soon as you were convinced he wasn't going to kneel down. He wanted your hand back on him immediately, but you were clasping your fingers nervously in front of you now, and Bradley once again couldn't believe he'd done this to you.

You sniffed and then said, "You can take Ev to the Phillies game, but you'll have to find someone else for the third ticket. Maybe Bob will go, too."

Bradley's heart was pounding. You were going to let him take Everett to the game. "Kitten, it's either the three of us going together, or Ev and I will sit with an empty seat next to us. I got that ticket for you."

You licked your lips and nodded, and Bradley was just about to reach for you, but then you said, "After Sunday, I'll figure out how to tell him that you won't be spending time with us outside of tee ball anymore."

And as elated as he felt over being able to take Everett to the game, now he was afraid he was going to cry in front of you. "Kitten, just think about coming with us, okay? Just think about not having that conversation with him."

You started shaking your head, but Bradley caged you in against the door, his fingers brushing your hair. "You won't let me drop to my knees and beg you. You won't let me try to be better for you. Kitten, you're breaking my heart. So please, please just don't make any decisions like that yet. That third ticket is yours if you want it. I don't need an answer yet. Just think about it."

You were just a few inches away from him when you finally nodded, and Bradley let out the breath he had been holding.

"I'll think about it," you whispered, barely meeting his eyes, and he moved out of your personal space as you opened your door and slipped inside. Bradley gently closed the door and watched you drive away as Everett waved to him from the back seat.

As soon as you were out of sight, Bradley's phone rang in his pocket, and he scrambled just in case it was you. Maybe you already decided to give him another chance?

It was Jake. "What do you want?" Bradley growled into his phone.

"Hey, are you coming to the bar tonight? I have some good news for you."

Bradley signed and headed for the Bronco. "This better be the best news I've ever heard."

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You were thankful that Everett's game wasn't until Saturday afternoon, because that meant Molly could come with you. She had been so good to you all week, making sure you had everything you needed and running Everett around when she wasn't working. Plus, she'd been spending a lot of time with Bob.

It was obvious to you that she was smitten with Coach Cute Glasses, and things were starting to heat up a bit for them. You were happy for her, of course you were, but every time you thought about the night that the five of you went out for pizza, you got jealous. You wanted that all the time. But you also wanted Bradley to respect you and Everett.

"You ready to go?" Molly asked Everett as he was dressed in his uniform.

"Ready!" he said with a high five. When you had walked past his bedroom door to make sure he was getting changed for the game, you saw him flipping through the binder of baseball cards that Bradley had apparently dropped off for him. The stuffed Phanatic was back on his bed for now. His Phillies cap was hanging on the doorknob. You were making the right decision by allowing Bradley to take him to the Phillies game. But you were a little sad you'd be missing out.

"Let's go then," Molly told him, bending to tickle his sides. "Stop messing around, Everett. We'll be late if you don't stop," she told him as she continued to tickle him until he escaped and ran out to your car. "God, I fucking love that kid."

You laughed for the first time in so many days. "He's the best."

Molly looked at you cautiously. "Bob told me that Bradley was grounded at work all week. He was a distracted mess, so they wouldn't let him fly."

You gaped at her. "He was?"

"He was," Molly confirmed. "According to Bob, he's a mess over what happened with you. He can barely eat, and he's been drinking a lot of bourbon."

You bit your lip against the feeling of elation filling you up. You didn't necessarily want Bradley to feel that way, and you certainly didn't want anyone to get hurt. But if he was really distraught because of you, then maybe he really did care. Maybe he really did have a change of heart.

"And that's not all," Molly added as you followed her out to your car.

"It's not?" you whispered, heart pounding.

Molly shook her head. "I'm only telling you this, because I'm pretty sure Bobby is incapable of lying. But Bradley told him he's never felt this way before, and he's in it for the long haul, willing to keep trying to get you back. He said you and Everett are perfect."

You froze with your hand on your car door. "He told me that, too, Molly. Do you think I should give him a second chance?"

Your sister sighed and just kind of shrugged at you. "I love you, and I want you to be happy. Did he make you happy when he wasn't being a douche canoe?"

You closed your eyes and pictured him eating ice cream with Everett on his lap. You thought about how he still showed up to Career Day. You thought about sitting on the beach and having cheap burgers and expensive champagne with him. "He did," you whispered, your forehead coming to rest against your car.

"Mom, we'll be late!" Everett called through the closed door, and you lifted your head to look at Molly.

"Maybe let him try to prove that he means what he's saying now, and not what he said before?" Molly suggested.

"Maybe," you agreed, opening your door.

This time you parked a little closer to the Bronco, and when you spotted Bradley, he was already making his way over.

"There's Coach Bradley," Everett announced, hopping out of the car before you even had your seatbelt off. You watched Everett run right for him without hesitation, knowing he'd be welcomed by a hug and a pat on the shoulder. Bradley turned Everett's Tiny Eagles cap around backward just like his, and you could see Everett talking a mile a minute.

"You're staring longingly," Molly remarked.

"I can't help it," you groaned. "I want to believe him. I don't want to have to tell Everett that we can't spend time with him anymore. And I want to go to the damn Phillies game tomorrow."

"Then go," Molly urged. "If he fucks up again, you can pull the plug with no remorse. A third chance is one too many, especially where Everett is concerned."

When you climbed out of the car and made your way toward Bradley, he tracked your every move. "Kitten."

You pressed your lips together. "Hi, Coach," you replied, and you found it impossible to keep emotion from your voice today. Bradley must have noticed it, too, because he took a stumbling step toward you while his hand was still on Everett's shoulder.

"How are you?" he asked, and Molly breezed right past him in search of Bob.

You shrugged and said, "Okay."

"Time to start warming up," Bradley told Everett, and then when your son was gone, he took another step closer to you. "I miss you a lot, Kitten. I've been miserable. The best parts of my week were Career Day and when I got to see you at practice on Thursday. And right now. This is probably the best part of my week."

He was wearing down your resolve with his words and his unshaved face and the exhausted look in his brown eyes. And the fact that this was probably the best part of your week as well was at the forefront of your mind.

Bradley opened his mouth to say something else, but you could hear the umpire calling for the coaches. "You better go," you told him, but he didn't move.

He swallowed hard, brown eyes on yours and asked, "Can we talk more after the game? Walk up to your car again?"

You were nodding before you even knew it, and a hint of a smile graced his lips as he turned toward the team.

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When the Tiny Eagles managed to pull out another win, Bradley was happy. But when you let him walk you back to your car while Molly and Everett ran ahead of you, he was elated. Your fingers brushed against his, and Bradley was dying to take your hand in his. But then you moved further away from him.

He cleared his throat and adjusted his hat, beyond nervous about how you were going to respond to him. "I'll be at your house at noon tomorrow. That okay, Kitten?" You turned toward him with a puzzled look, and the afternoon sun made your eyes light up.

"I thought the game started at four?" you asked softly.

"It does. But there's something I wanted Ev to see at the ballpark before the game starts. If that's okay." Bradley was shocked when Jake managed to work his connections to get access to the locker room before the game. Bradley was also allowed to let Everett on the ballfield and pitcher's mound. Now if only you would agree to come, too.

You nibbled on your lip. "That should be fine. I'll have him ready to go at noon." Then you turned away from him and headed for your car, but Bradley reached out for your hand. And you didn't pull away.

"Are you coming too, Kitten? That ticket is yours. Like I told you from the beginning, I'd be happy sitting in any seat where I can see you."

Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed, and he pulled you a little closer by your hand. "Bradley, I don't know if it's a good idea."

"Me and you are a great idea. I didn't quite see it at first. Not the full picture anyway. But I do now."

Your voice was firm, but your eyes were soft as you said, "Everett and I are a package deal. You don't get me without him, and you don't get him without me."

"I understand, Kitten. You're a team. I'm dying to be on that team."

You sucked in a deep breath and said, "I'll see you at noon tomorrow." And then your hand was slipping from his grasp, and you were walking toward your car and pulling out of the parking space. And Bradley still didn't know if you'd be coming to the Phillies with him and Ev or not.

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When Bradley pulled up to your house at ten minutes before noon the following day, he had finally reached the point where he would accept what you told him. If you said you didn't want him around any longer after he brought Everett home tonight, he'd let you move on. He'd figure out a way to enjoy the last few weeks of tee ball with Ev, but then he would just get used to missing both of you. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

Everett was bounding out the door wearing a Phillies jersey and his backwards cap before Bradley had even reached the porch. "Bradley! We match!"

Bradley laughed and gave him a hug. "We sure do, kiddo. I'll bet we're the biggest Phillies fans in the whole city."

Everett's eyes went wide. "Yeah. You're probably right." Bradley was eyeing the front door cautiously while Everett asked if he knew who the starting pitchers were going to be.

"I'm not sure, but they'll announce it before the game starts," Bradley muttered, but there was still no sign of you. "Where's your mom, Ev?"

But then there you were, casually strolling out onto your front porch in ripped jeans and a Phillies shirt. And Bradley took that as a very good sign. "Do you want me to drive? Since I have the booster seat for Ev?" you asked, walking down the front steps to join them.

Bradley was gaping at you. "You're coming?" Everett was beaming, looking back and forth between the two of you.

"Yeah, I'm coming," you said softly.

Relief washed over Bradley, and suddenly it felt like the perfect spring day. It felt like he was being given another chance. "I'm happy there won't be an empty seat."

You smiled softly at him. "So you want me to drive?"

Bradley shook his head and reached for your hand and Everett's. "I bought a booster seat and installed it. I can drive."

Your palm slid across his as you echoed him. "You bought a booster seat? For Everett?"

"Yeah," Bradley replied. "And now I'll have it ready for the next time we go somewhere?" He heard the soft sound you made as you watched Everett climb into the backseat, and then Bradley leaned in close, his lips brushing your cheek. "Please, Kitten, tell me there can be a next time?"

You turned a bit, and your lips met Bradley's so softly as you said, "I hope so."

With longing in his heart, Bradley opened the door for you, and then he walked around to the driver's seat. After he started the Bronco and shifted into drive, he let his hand come to rest on the seat, and you took it in yours.

"This is the best day ever!" Everett cheered from the backseat as Bradley headed for Petco Park and the Phillies, feeling better than he had in over a week.

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Kitten is going to the Phillies game! Coach, do not fuck this up, my man! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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How I See You/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 7k

Includes- Unconfident Yoongi, angst, cheating (don't do this), blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, multiple orgasms, physical violence, blood

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J POV

I watch Mia at the bar, flirting and smiling with some guy

Then I move my gaze to her boyfriend, Yoongi, who also happens to be my best friend

He's watching her with a sad expression from his seat at the table next to me

And I get so fucking angry

This girl has no idea what she has with Yoongi

He's the sweetest guy who does everything for her

She doesn't have to lift a finger, all she has to do is call him and he'll drop whatever he's doing to get to her or help her fix whatever problem she has

He's always so attentive, knowing when something's wrong with her immediately

He's like that with me too but we've been best friends since we were children so that's not so surprising that he knows me so well

But he got to know her that well too

He treats her like a princess, buying her whatever she wants, whenever she wants, spends an absorbent amount of time with her, cooks for her, does her laundry, takes her wherever she wants to go because she doesn't have a car

He looks like a fuck boy with his many tattoos, his lip ring and eyebrow ring but he's not

He's a one woman kind of guy

He's very shy and sensitive and is passionate in everything he does

He's the perfect boyfriend

And this idiot is hurting him by flirting with another guy

I honestly don't even know why she's looking at another guy when she has Yoongi

He's insanely gorgeous- long black hair he normally keeps in a ponytail, beautiful brown eyes, cute nose, perfect lips

His smile is stunning

He's short for a guy but still tall, is fit and his hands and fingers are a work of art

He is the entire package

And this bitch doesn't see that

I can't count the times I've seen her flirting with other guys and in front of him too

Like he's not there

Then she comes back and acts like nothing happened and he never brings anything up

Just once I'd like to see him confront her but he never will

He doesn't like confrontation and I think he thinks she'll break up with him if he says anything

I don't know what she says or does to him but lately it seems like he lost some confidence

He was never outgoing or braggy and he's even more introverted than normal

I've tried to talk about it with him but he shuts me down, saying everything is fine

I think her flirting is getting to him

Standing up, I make my way over to the bar

Not only is she flirting, she's keeping the rest of us waiting because she was the one going to the bar to get our drinks

I'm killing two birds with one stone

"Excuse me", I say, moving in-between her and the guy

"What are you doing Jo?", she asks and has the audacity to look confused

"We're tired of waiting so I'm getting our drinks", I answer

She blinks, "Oh sorry. I just got to talking to Jae and-"

"Yeah I know", I interrupt, glaring at her then at Jae, "And Yoongi knows too. You know, your boyfriend?"

Jae gets a surprised look on his face as he glances at Mia

"Oh he doesn't care", Mia says, "It's just conversation"

She is so very wrong

"Yeah well you were taking too long and I'm getting the drinks now, so you can go back to Yoongi"

She looks miffed but nods then heads back to the table

I look at Jae who says, "I didn't know she had a boyfriend"

"Fuck off", I snap, then turn to the bar to get the bartenders attention

When the drinks are finally made, I take them to the table

"Thanks Jo", Mia says to me, takes her drink then turns her attention back to my ex and date for tonight, Hongjoong

Hongjoong and I stayed friends after we broke up

When Yoongi asked me to come out with him and Mia, I asked if I could bring someone

No way did I want to be the third wheel

Yoongi said yes, I hit up all my friends and Hongjoong was the only one available

He's always up to go out, especially when he knows he's gonna get fucked at the end of the night

I sip my drink, Mia blatantly flirting with Hongjoong while holding onto Yoongi's hand

Hongjoong, for his part looks unamused and is totally not engaging in her flirting, instead reaching out and putting his arm around me, holding me against him like he's silently telling Mia that he's with me

I lean against him, laying my head on his shoulder but Mia either doesn't notice or doesn't care and just keeps flirting with him

Yoongi is just silently sitting there, his face blank and it enrages me

Mia doesn't know how lucky she is to be with Yoongi

She doesn't know how other girls wished he looked at them the way he looks at her

Notice them the way he notices her

She doesn't know how in love with him some girls are, how some would do anything for him, do anything to be with him

She has that and she doesn't even realize

She's a fucking idiot

And I hate her

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"Hey Yoongi", I greet, opening my apartment door for him to come in

He called me earlier asking to hang out and of course I said yes

It's not like I was doing anything anyway

"Hey Jo", he says, coming inside and I instantly know he's upset

Probably about Mia

Closing the door, we walk to the living room section of my studio apartment

"You want food? Drink?", I ask but he shakes his head

I shrug as we sitting on the couch

"Where's Mia? I thought you'd be with her on a Saturday night?"

His face falls

I knew it was because of her

"She's with her friends. They're having a girl's night at a club"

A club?

She went to a club without her boyfriend?

If it was anyone but Mia it wouldn't be a big deal but I know she's going to flirt and dance with other guys and he knows it to

She flirts it in front of Yoongi, I have no doubt she'll amp it up when he's not there

"And you're ok with that?", I ask, not bothering to hide my shock

He needs to realize what she's doing is shitty

"I can't do anything about it Jo. I can't tell her she can't go", he says softly

I mean he can say he's not happy about it, not pretend that everything is fine

"I'm....worried", he says lowly

I raise my eyebrow, surprised he's actually confiding in me

He used to all the time until he got with her

"About what Yoongi?"

"I offered to give her money for drinks at the club but she...she refused. She said she'll just flirt with guys to get them to buy her drinks"

My mouth drops at her fucking audacity

"She said that to you?"

He nods, "I..I'm worried she's going to go too far. I already know she's going to dance with guys"

I'm so pissed off and I can't hold back anymore

"Yoongi why are you putting up with that shit?", I ask, "She blatantly flirts with guys in front of you. She flirted with Hongjoong while holding your hand! Why don't you tell her to cut it out?"

"Because she'll leave me!", he exclaims, tears filling his eyes

I'm not going to lie, I'm surprised at the tears

He never cries

For anything

And he's going to cry over that skank?

"So what Yoongi? You deserve so much better than her!"

He shakes his head, a few tears escaping, "No other woman wants me"

I stare at him in complete disbelief, "What are you talking about?"

Why would he say such a dumbass thing like that?

"Jo, I'm thirty years old. Mia is the only one who has even looked at me as more than a one night stand in years. All women see me as a fuck boy. They sleep with me and then that's all it is. Mia is the only one who stayed. And she's younger than me, she wants to party and have fun. I can understand that"

"Bullshit", I snap

Yeah Mia is younger than us, 25, but not all twenty-five year olds are as disrespectful to their significant others like she is

"It doesn't matter if she's younger Yoongi. Her flirting is disrespectful to you and you shouldn't put up with it", I tell him, "There are other women who will see past your image and want to be with you. Ones who will respect you and treat you so much better"

He scoffs, "Where are they? I don't see anyone. At the bar the other night all the girls were looking at Hongjoong, not me"

I was looking at him but of course he'd never notice me

"The truth is no one wants to be with me long term. They don't want to bother getting to know me. And I get it, I'm shy, I'm introverted, I don't talk much at first. It would take awhile for me to warm up to someone and no one wants to waste their time. I'm lucky Mia wants to be with me"

I honestly can't believe he's saying this

It's so heartbreaking

"You're insane Yoongi", I say softly, "Any woman would be so lucky to have you"

"No they wouldn't", he says sadly

I can't handle him thinking this way about himself

He's just so wrong

"My god Yoongi, you don't know how others see you do you?", I say, "You are literally the entire package. You're so sweet, so loving. So attentive. So giving. You're willing to put your girlfriend first, do anything for her. Help in any way you can. Drop what you're doing and run to her side in seconds. You're so in tune with feelings that you know the instant something is wrong with someone and you try to comfort them. You're passionate in everything you do. You treat her like a queen. And you're absolutely beautiful. Your eyes are so deep and such a pretty brown. Your smile is so freaking amazing, so beautiful, it lights up any room"

I glance over at him to see him staring at me in utter shock

I tear my gaze away, my entire face heating up in embarrassment

But I'm fine with being embarrassed as long as he knows he is the perfect boyfriend

"So I know that other women could see the real you and would want to be with you. Don't sell yourself short"

It's silent for a few seconds and I hope he just changes the subject

"Do...do you really see me like that?", he asks softly

I close my eyes, putting my face in my hands, knowing I just outted myself

"Yeah, I really do", I answer, hoping he drops it now

I really don't know how I'm supposed to look him in the eyes anymore

I feel his hand touch mine, pulling them down from my face

I keep my head down, freaking out on the inside

He lifts my face to his, his brown eyes on mine, a look in them I can't read

The next thing I know, he's closer to me, his lips pressing against mine

My body instantly reacts, fireworks going off in my vision, fire running through my body, my head spinning

My arms wrap around his neck, his around my waist, pulling me closer until I'm against him

Somewhere in the back of my head, I know we shouldn't be doing this, I know that he's cheating on Mia

But I can't stop

He's finally kissing me and I can't stop

His tongue licks my lip and I open for it eagerly, his tongue against mine as soon as it slips in my mouth

I can't get enough of him, wishing I could have his kisses all the time

His fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, touching the skin on my lower back, sparks zipping up my spine

My fingers move into his hair, pulling out his ponytail then tangling in the soft silky strands

We continue kissing, bodies presses against each other and I have never been more content in my life

If all he wants is to kiss, I'll happily do it all night

After awhile, his hands travel up my back, pulling my shirt with it

I let him slide it up, moving my arms from around him to pull through the sleeves then reluctantly moving away from his lips so he can take it off

I look at him as I take his black shirt and move it up his body, waiting for him to tell me to stop

He doesn't, moving his arms through the sleeves too and letting me get it over his head

Throwing the shirt on the floor, I finally look at his body and get turned on even more than I already am

He's perfect

He's fit, no hard muscles cut into him but as soon as I touch his chest, I can feel the muscles, the strength under his smooth inked skin

His entire chest is tattooed, the bright colors swirling on his skin to make a beautiful image

The tattoo continues to his ribs where it tapers off but there is room to add more if he chooses

Spreading my hands I run them along his arms, both heavily tattooed in sleeves, again the colors so vibrant

Moving closer to him, I lay my hands on his back, running up the huge back tattoo he has there as well

As I trail my fingers up his back, his breathing increases and I lean forward, pressing kisses into his neck

He moans softly, the pretty sound making me so wet

He tilts his head slightly back, letting me kiss more of his neck, his skin so soft under my lips

Trailing my kisses down his neck, I keep kissing across his shoulder, his skin trembling

Lifting his arm, I kiss every inch of inked skin I can, trailing my fingers up and down his arm, my lips following in their wake

I can feel his eyes on me as I get to his wrists, kissing along the back of his hand, then on his tattooed fingers

Turning his hand over, I press kisses into his palm, then the tips of each of his fingers

I switch to his other hand, moving my eyes to his as I kiss him, awe swirling in his gaze

I continue my ascent up his other arm, kissing him, showing him that he's wanted

I get back to his neck, his body shivering as I press my lips into his skin

Finally, I press my lips against his and he immediately falls into it, his tongue against mine as his arms wrap around me

It feels so right being in his arms and I can't think about it too much because I know I will never have this again

I gently push him back as we kiss, him laying down and taking me with him, his warm, soft skin against mine

I drag kisses down to his jaw, then press kisses into his neck

Moving lower, I kiss down his body, my fingers following the path my lips made, his skin trembling against my fingers

As I press my lips to his lower stomach, I slide my fingers in his sweatpants waistband, waiting to see if he's going to take them out

When he doesn't, I get braver and push down his sweatpants

He surprises me by lifting his hips up, letting me get the pants completely off, leaving him in just his boxers with a visible tent where his dick is

I'm kinda blown away that I made him hard

But I guess it's because of kissing him

Just a reaction, nothing to make a huge deal about

I lift my gaze to his as I kiss his lower stomach again, slide my hand up his thigh and over his hard on

His breath catches, his brown eyes on mine as I touch him through his boxers

He feels huge and he's rock hard

Taking a chance, I move my lips to his dick, kissing him through the fabric of his boxers

Her groans, his eyes closing and I take that as a cue to keep going

Pulling his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, I stare at it in shock

It is massive, long and thick and so hard, cum leaking from his slit

Without thinking, I wrap my hand around his base and run my tongue over his head, tasting him

He gasps, his eyes opening and on me as my brain tries to comprehend how he can taste so good

Like how?

I've blown guys before and yeah it tastes alright but Yoongi's tastes really good

And I want more

My gaze locks with his as I run my tongue up his length, swirling around his head, licking up more cum

"Should I stop?", I ask

I want to suck his dick so much but I won't if he's uncomfortable

I never want to make him uncomfortable with anything

"No", he whispers

Without answering, I move my mouth around his head, sucking softly

"Fuck", he groans, his legs shaking

I move down his length an inch at a time, sucking long but soft and slow on him

His chest rises and falls rapidly as his breathing quickens, his brown eyes watching me, biting his lower lip

Pushing down more, his head hits my throat and I stop before I gag

I still have a few inches left to take but I need to get used to him first

Slowly, I bob my head, sliding up his cock, then going back down while moving my hands up and down the rest of him I haven't taken yet

"Fuck Jo", he moans, "Fuck, it's so good"

I smile around his dick, bobbing a few more times before I take a bit more of him

I continue to blow him like this, slowly taking more of him every few bobs, tears springing into my eyes the deeper he goes

It takes a little bit but I finally slide him all in my throat without gagging once

I'm proud of myself

I swallow on his huge dick, his moan so loud, his body shaking

Pulling back, I slide back up his length half way, then slowly go back down, feeling him open my throat and I'm surprised at how good that feels

I keep moving, going just slightly faster but still at a slow pace for a blow job

I just want him to feel everything

I want to please him

The next time I slide back down his length, his hips roll up, softly sliding him all the way in my throat

My gaze meets his and I nod, letting him know I'm good with what he's doing

As I move up his cock, he pulls out a little, then we move at the same time, slowly, his hips up, pushing his cock in while I move down taking him in

"Oh god", he whimpers, his hand sliding in my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, holding on

We move together seamlessly, him fucking into my throat gently while I deep throat him, his fingers tightening in my hair

"Baby", he moans, "Baby, so good baby"

His words make me happy that I can make him feel so good

The fact that I'm enjoying this too is just a plus

His whole body shakes as we keep going, his cock twitching in my throat

I'm so fucking excited to taste him again, to swallow his load

I don't know what's wrong with me but I assume I'm being such a slut because it's Yoongi

I doubt I'd be like this with anyone else

"I...I'm... I'm", he chokes out and I nod to let him know it's ok

Sinking down on his cock, his hips move up, his length going in deep

He holds me on his dick as his warm yummy cum spurts down my throat

"Fuck Joanne, oh fuck", he cries as I swallow and suck, eager to get it all as I watch him cum

My god, it's such a beautiful sight

The pleasure on his face makes him look so ethereal

When he finishes, he loosens his grip on my hair, his fingers sliding out, looking dazed as he breathes hard

I move off his dick, making sure I lick his slit for the rest of his cum

Sitting up, I swallow a few more times, the waistband of his boxers slipping back up

He sits up right away, startling me, a look I can't place in his eyes and I hope he's not going to say he regrets what happened

Although he probably will

It's cheating and once he's over the shock he'll probably be upset with himself and me for letting it happen

He doesn't say anything, instead shocking me as his hand moves back in my hair and he pulls me to him, his lips crashing into mine

I don't think, throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him back, my body so hot and electrified

He pulls me into his lap and the next thing I know, he's standing up, carrying me as he walks

He bumps into the walls a few times but no damage is done to either of us as he gets into my room

He sits on my bed with me in his lap, his hands on my back, undoing my bra, his lips never leaving mine

I reluctantly move my arms from his neck so he can get the bra off

His hands are immediately around my boobs, squeezing gently while his fingers play with my nipples

Pleasure zaps down to my already soaked cunt, a small moan escaping against his lips

I feel him smile into the kiss, his arms back around me as he turns us, laying me on the bed

His lips leave mine instead pressing right into my neck, a moan now leaving my mouth

"God, you sound so fucking pretty"

He peppers kisses all over my neck then starts going down to my collarbone and my chest

His hands are on another path, slowly running down my body, setting my skin alight with every touch of his fingers

His mouth moves around my nipple, sucking gently as his hands reach my pants, making my cunt so much more fucking wet, my body arching off the bed

"Yoongi", I cry as a moan comes from him

He switches to my other nipple, his tongue flying over it as he pulls my pants and panties down at the same time

He gets everything off, leaving me completely naked, his lips now travelling down my stomach, feeling so soft, so fucking good

When he gets to my lower stomach, he kisses everywhere as he opens my legs, pulling me down the bed as he kneels on the floor

He kisses lower and lower, the anticipation killing me

His tongue finally licks along my pussy and I let out the loudest pornographic moan I've ever had

Just that one touch has me seeing stars, feeling utterly good

His tongue licks over and over, up and down as he buries his face in my pussy, his tattooed fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me wide open

"So fucking good jagi", he groans, between licks, "So fucking sweet. God fucking damnit I love the way you taste"

My brain malfunctions as his words struggle to penetrate, the pleasure taking over

His tongue slides down, dipping into my hole, both of us moaning lewdly as my pussy clenches his tongue

His tongue leaves my cunt only to slide back in, deeper than before, my hips raising, pushing my cunt into his mouth more

As he tongue fucks my pussy, I plunge my hands in his hair, holding on and grinding my pussy against his face

"Yoongi", I cry, lost in the bliss he's providing

Lost in him

"Yes jagi", he groans, "Say my name baby. Fuck, wanna hear you say my name"

That will not be a problem whatsoever

"Yoongi", I moan, "Fuck baby, that tongue is so fucking good"

"Mmm", he murmurs, sliding up out of my hole and flicking my clit

"Fuck!", I scream, my whole body shaking

"Feels good?", he asks, his beautiful eyes meeting mine

I nod, panting hard

He licks my clit again, running his entire tongue over it, from the back to the tip

And repeats the same movements over and over, driving me insane and throwing me into pleasure I've never known before

Pleasure I know only Yoongi can give me

His mouth wraps around my clit, sucking long and hard, my thighs shaking around his head as I pull his hair and scream

"Yes baby, fuck", I yell, "Don't stop. Yoongi! Fuck!"

"Mm jagi", he murmurs, speeding up how fast he sucks

My entire body is in ecstasy, feeling like I'm going to explode

The next suck sends me head first into an explosive orgasm and I scream his name as ecstasy tsunamis over me

"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!"

My vision turns white as pleasure wracks my body, Yoongi's talented mouth not stopping

He groans into my clit, the vibrations only adding to the bliss and running up my spine

It's so much, too much, just enough and not enough all at the same time

Yoongi slides his tongue down to my hole as I come down from my orgasm, licking up and moaning about how good I taste

"So sweet. Fuck"

When he's done, he moves on top of me, kissing me softly

Wrapping my arms around his body, I hold him tightly, trailing my fingers up and down his back

I swear I could kiss him forever

As we make out, I feel his dick becoming harder against my leg

Reaching down, I slide my hand in his boxers, wrapping around his semi hard length and move up and down

He breaks the kiss, his forehead against mine as he moans softly

He grows harder and harder in my hand with every stroke, his whimpers so fucking pretty

Increasing my speed, I get him fully hard but I don't stop, intending on making him cum again

His eyes close as his hand moves down, stopping mine and taking it out of his boxers

I'm immediately embarrassed and scolding myself for assuming he wanted more

Idiot

I'm about to apologize when he murmurs, "I want to be inside you"

My breath hitches, wondering, hoping I heard him right

His eyes open, looking into mine, "Can I be inside you?"

My god, I want that so much

I didn't think he'd actually want sex

I thought oral would have been enough

But he wants more and I'm going to give him whatever he wants

"Yes", I answer, lifting my head and kissing his soft lips while I push his boxers down

He moves off me to get them completely off and when he comes back, I sit up and taking his hand, I pull him down, moving him to his back as I climb in his lap

He doesn't need to do any work tonight

I want to show him how much he's wanted, how worth it he is

I want to make him feel good

Hovering over his cock, I move him to my hole and sink down on him

His body tenses as he whimpers, his cock so fucking big that I have to push down hard just to get the first inch in

He stretches my hole wider than I've ever been stretched before, making my cunt water like a faucet, shivers of pleasure running up my spine

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", I chant as I take one fat inch at a time, my pussy sucking him in, throbbing hard already

"Oh fuck, Jo, oh fuck", he cries, the pleasure on his face so fucking beautiful, his breathing escalating, his hands on my hips, pushing me down on him

He bottoms out with both of us yelling loudly, shivers taking over my body

We're a completely snug fit, no extra room, his head nestled against my spot

I know any rock on his cock will feel amazing

"Oh my fucking god, you're so tight", he groans, his eyes squeezing shut, "How..I can't...so good... Never been in a pussy this tight before. Fuck"

I smile to myself as I lean back on his legs and slide up his cock

His eyes shoot open and look down just as I descend down his length, watching my pussy take him

I stop right before I bottom him out, then surge down hard, letting his fat head crash into my spot, bliss shooting up my body

With that I start bouncing, getting a good pace going, throwing both of us into pleasure

His fingers dig into my hips as I move, his eyes slowly looking up my body, starting from my pussy, all the way up to my face

He bites his lip as he looks and for some reason I don't feel shy at all when normally I would

Yoongi just always made me feel comfortable around him and that hasn't changed because we're naked together

His fingers slide up my body so softly, slowly, his touch making my skin shiver, feeling so good as I bounce on him

Closing my eyes, I revel in his touch, riding him a bit harder, the drag of his cock going in and out of me so fucking incredible

His head hits my spot with every bounce down, spreading me open so wide, so pleasurably

I swear I've never had sex this good before

His hands move around my boobs, squeezing gently, his thumbs running over my nipples, sending pleasure straight down to my cunt

"Yoongi", I whimper, so close

"Cum for me", he whispers and that seals it

Dropping my hips down, I take him all in, moaning his name so loudly as pure ecstasy takes over my body

"Yoongi", I cry, my body shaking on top of him, my cunt clenching him over and over as I cum, his pretty moans reaching my ears

My god this has to be the best orgasm I ever experienced

Of course Yoongi is the one to give it to me

Of course

"Please ride me", he begs as I finish, "I need more"

I nod, leaning on his stomach, resuming my bounces

"Oh fuck", he moans, his head pushing back into the pillow as I take him inside me over and over, making sure I clench down on his cock as I do

He's so fucking big, I can feel every ridge, every fucking inch inside me

I'm so fucking wet, making it easier to take his big cock

As I move on him, I move my hands up his body slowly, reveling in how soft his sweaty skin is under my palms, the beautiful colors of his tattoos swirling together

I wish I could spend an entire night tracing the lines, kissing every tattoo, every part of his body

I wish I could love him like I want to, tell him how much I love him so he knows he's worth everything

So he knows someone wants him more than anything in this world

I can't so I have to settle for showing him this way, knowing he'll never understand how much he means to me

Pushing those thoughts away, I focus on him right now, on making him feel good

Taking his whole cock inside me, I rock on him, throbbing hard, sliding my hand to his cheek, stroking gently

His eyes open and he looks up at me through his wet hair, sweat glistening on his body

He is utterly ethereal

"Fuck Yoongi", I whisper, running my fingers in his hair as I grind on him, "You're so fucking beautiful"

His cheeks immediately blush as he sits up, pulling me right against him, his lips kissing mine

Falling into his kiss, I move my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers in the back of his hair, as I keep rocking my hips

His arm moves around me, holding me against him, our sweat mixing together

His free hand moves between us, his fingers against my clit, rubbing quickly

Pleasure surges through me as I moan in his mouth, grinding on him faster, his tongue pressed against mine

His fingers keep moving as I pulse around his fat cock, his head rubbing my spot

The pleasure is so intense and the next movements send me head first into another blissful orgasm

I kiss him harder, his fingers rubbing me through it as he swallows my moans

When I finish, his arms wrap around me, laying down, taking me with him

He kisses me as his hands slide down my back to my ass, gripping hard

He thrusts up into me, his cock forcing me open, his head hitting my spot so hard, stars blast in my vision from the sheer bliss

He moves faster, fucking into my pussy, going so deep inside me I can feel him in my stomach

Breaking the kiss, he moans loudly as I bury my face in his neck

"Feels so good", he moans, "So fucking good"

I moan into his neck at how utterly good he feels

"Small tight pussy", he murmurs, thrusting harder, his cock completely wrecking me, "So good. So wet for me"

"Mmm, only wet like this for you", I murmur

"Fuck", he groans, pumping faster, the sound of his cock plunging in my wet hole so loud and erotic

"So big Yoongi, fuck your cock is so big. Feels so good"

"Yeah, it's good enough for you?", he asks softly as he pants

"Perfect Yoongi", I tell him, "You're so perfect"

"Fuck", he whimpers, his hips not missing a single stroke as I clench down on his length again and again

His fingers press into my skin so hard I'm sure I'm going to have bruises and I'm more than fine with that

"I...I..where should I....fuck....", he groans

"Inside", I whine

"Are you sure?", he moans, bringing me right there, his cock throbbing so fast inside my pussy

"Yes!", I cry, falling over the edge, a typhoon of ecstasy crashing over me, "Cum inside me Yoongi!"

"Fuck!", he screams, slamming inside, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me, my pussy milking him for everything as we ride the pleasure together

"Joanne, oh fuck", he cries, "Yes, yes fuck"

"Yes Yoongi", I whimper, watching the gorgeous sight of him orgasming as he moans my name

I wish I could see this all the time, he's so fucking beautiful it's stupid

Little by little the pleasure fades, leaving both of us breathless

I slide off him, laying next to him, trying to catch my breath

His eyes are closed, his chest rising, his hair soaked in sweat

He's never looked so good

After a few minutes, his eyes open, he looks over at me and whispers, "Shit"

Dread is filling my body and my heart hurts as I wait for what I know is coming

He sits up and I follow suit, grabbing my blanket and covering myself

Almost like it's armor for what's coming

"We shouldn't have done this", he says softly

I knew it

"I don't cheat. I never cheated. I don't know why I....we shouldn't have"

Tears fill my eyes but I hold them back

I won't cry in front of him, not over sex he regrets

"We should have stopped. After the first kiss we should have stopped"

I just nod slowly, "I'm sorry"

I knew he would regret it

Deep down I knew that

He's all about Mia, he puts up with her flirting, he wants her

I was a mistake

I don't regret it but that's because I'm in love with him

I didn't mean for him to cheat on Mia, it's just...when he kissed me everything left my mind except for him

I wasn't thinking about anything but him, how he felt, wanting to make him feel good

I should of thought and stopped it

Because I rather have not had him at all instead of him regretting being with me

"I need to go", he says, getting up

"Ok", I whisper

I stay rooted in my bed as he gets his boxers on

He leaves my room and I hear him moving in the living room, probably getting dressed

I hear his footsteps then my front door opening and closing

He left

He didn't say goodbye, didn't say anything

Just left

The tears pool in my eyes as I get up

Leaving my room, I lock my front door then go to the bathroom and clean up

I breathe in, trying to calm myself down while I get PJs on

Crawling back into bed, I pull the covers over me as I lay down, holding onto one of my pillows

And I finally break, sobbing into my pillow, the pain of my heart breaking intense

I'm terrified I lost Yoongi completely, lost his friendship

We've been by each other's side since we were kids, I don't know how to be without him

It wasn't worth it if I lose him

I was so happy in the beginning of the night when he kissed me and now I'm miserable

And I wish it never happened

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One month later

Parking my car, I get out and head towards Yoongi's house

I haven't heard from him since the night we were together

I tried calling him, tried texting him for a month

I sent apology message after apology message through text and voicemails

Asking if we could talk

Then telling him that we can pretend it didn't happen

Then begging him to just call me back, just send me one message

Just let me know he's ok

Nothing

This is the last resort

I know I most likely lost him but I need to know for sure

If I have to try to get over him, I need to know for sure that our friendship is over

This is the only way

As I get closer to his door, I hear arguing and a girl's voice yelling but I can't make out what's being said

I'm not sure if it's a real argument or one from a movie or TV show

If it's a real argument with him and Mia, I'll leave

Going up the three stairs to his door, I take a breath, reach out and ring the doorbell

As I wait, I hear the yelling get closer

"...have to be fucking kidding me!"

The door swings open and I'm face to face with Mia, Yoongi coming towards the door behind her

"You", she snarls and the next thing I know pain explodes in my face as my vision swims and my head snaps to the side

My body follows my head and I wobble to the side, my foot flying off the step

I hit the ground, my body tumbling hard down the stairs, my temple smacking and scraping against the last step

Fuck

Oh god it hurts

"Joanne!", I hear Yoongi yell

"You slept with my boyfriend?", Mia shrieks, her voice painfully going right through my head

I close my eyes for a second, willing the nausea to go away

"You fucking slut!", Mia yells as I slowly sit up, "Do you open your whore legs for anyone? Not only do you fuck your ex, now you want to fuck your best friend too?"

I'm trying so hard to focus on what she's saying but it's hard

It feels like my head is swimming and I'm trying not to throw up

I touch my temple where the pain is and it feels wet

Pulling my hand away, I see red all over my finger tips

Blood

I'm bleeding

Fuck

"Mia, stop"

"Shut up Yoongi!", she yells, "You fucking cheated on me. With that!"

"It was a mistake", I groan out, slowly standing, needing to get the fuck away from here, "He regrets it"

"No I don't", I hear him say

Or I think he said but I'm not sure

My head feels woozy

He probably said something else and I misheard

"But you don't regret it do you?", she snarls

"I uh...", I say, forcing my eyes open, "Uh, no"

"You fucking bitch", she snaps, starting to come towards me

Oh god, I'm gonna get my ass kicked

"Stop it Mia", Yoongi yells, moving in front of her, stopping her, his back to me

I need to leave asap

"You stay the fuck away from him!", she yells, "Don't fucking come near him or I'll kill you!"

I believe her and right now I'm not in any condition to fight

"Do you hear me?", she shouts

"Yes", I answer, backing away as I realize that Yoongi isn't telling her to stop

He isn't arguing with her

He's letting her say these things to me and he...agrees with it

The rest of my heart that was intact completely shatters

I lost him

I turn around, hurrying back to my car, tears falling down my face as Mia continues to scream at me to never come back

She doesn't have to worry

I won't

Yoongi doesn't want me there, doesn't want me in his life so she'll never see me again

Getting in my car, I start it and take off

I need to go home

Not only am I heartbroken, I'm injured, bleeding and I think I may have a concussion

I need to get home so I can fall apart in peace

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ginevrapng · 4 months

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Please ignore this if you don’t write from him! But can we get some Harry content, where’s he’s frustrated and only the reader can relax him. Or just any content with him! Your work is beautiful 🩷🩷

i'm glad you like my work and i hope you like this! <;33

"harry, are you in?" you unlock the door to harry's flat with your key and go to find your boyfriend. you had loose plans today where he'll meet you after you've finished work and you'll go food shopping but he never turned up. when you find him he's sitting on the sofa, his shoulders are tense and he's hunched over. it seems like he hasn't heard you too caught up in his own thoughts.

you repeat yourself, trying to get harry's attention. harry jumps at your voice, looks at you and forces a smile. "hey, are you okay? you didn't come with me shopping," you say softly and concerned.

harry's body tenses up even more, "i'm so sorry, i completely forgot," he says quietly and sighs, turning back to the front and looking down at the desk.

you nod your head even though he's not looking at you anymore. you walk over to him so you're standing at the back of the sofa and peering other his shoulder. "what'cha looking at?"

"work," you hear him mumble but you catch the angry undertones.

you frown and your eyebrows furrow, you kiss the back of his head and start rubbing his shoulders, massaging them. "are they overworking you again?" you say and this time it's harry who can detect the annoyance directed at his bosses in your tone.

he makes a sound of conformation and then says, "ron and hermione have all been talking to me today about it and it's honestly it's just pissed me off. they kept saying they understand because they get overworked too but they don't the bosses love them and they get special treatment. i just kept getting more annoyed. to top it all off ginny messaged me about an hour asking if i was okay and if i needed anything let me know, i don't need anything, i can handle all of this on my own, i don't need any help, especially from my ex." he rushes out quickly in one breath frustrated and putting his head in his hands.

"harry love, look at me." you say gently and play with his hair. he keeps looking down with his head in his hands. "please," you whisper and he swivels around to look at you. his body warms up as he looks at you and he sees your expression, one of concern but mainly sadness from the situation. he doesn't detect any pity like he thinks all of his friends had, even if they didn't have that expression, he thinks they did.

"please don't overwork yourself, it really worries me. especially with how annoyed you sound with ron, hermione and ginny, they had good intentions baby." harry stays quiet listening to you speak. "i love you so much and i want you to be happy-"

this is where harry interrupts you, "i am happy, i have you."

"i want you to be happy AND healthy. you can't do that if you don't look after yourself."

harry relaxes slightly in your hold and you kiss his cheek. after you kiss his cheek he seems to get more comfortable and doesn't seem as stressed.

"i'm going to cook dinner baby, your favourite, and then we can have an early night." you tell him squeezing his shoulders and going to leave.

harry grabs hold of hand from behind before you can leave his grasp, "i really need to work." he sounds defeated at this point.

"no you don't love, you need food and then you can do what you need to do tomorrow," you say delicately but sounding more firm than you have been previously. "come help me cook," you pull his hand signalling that you want him to follow you into the kitchen.

harry watches you cooking and smiles to himself, you're humming a tune and occasionally look over to him and smiles back. he thinks about how lucky he is to have someone who cares about him so much. "i love you."

you stop what you were doing and go over to harry. you hug him and rest your head on his chest before looking up at him, "i love you too harry, so much." harry grins and he wraps his arms around your waist, perfectly content to be spending the night with you not thinking about work at all.

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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4th Place

Pairing: Pierre x Ocon!Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: None, just softie Pierre

Words: 685

A/N: Just a quick little Pierre fic that I thought was cute and just let my brain do it’s thing, no real plot of anything

"Fuck." You groan, sitting in your boyfriend's hotel room as you watch him and your brother take each other out.

You didn't need to check your phone to know fans were spinning this and calling it the French War, but you'd hope they both knew it was an honest mistake and not on purpose.

Grabbing your phone, you shoot off two texts each to your brother and boyfriend as you sit there watching the replays of the crashes. Shaking your head, you just huff as you pray that this doesn't strain their relationship further; it honestly was a mistake as Pierre didn't see your brother, Esteban.

You sit in the bed watching and listening to the rest of the race, maybe some curses thrown in when you hear about Carlos's penalty. You overlook the time passing just listening to the after-talks and interviews and everything else to hear the beeping of the hotel room door opening. Pierre stops halfway to you when he sees you. His favorite white linen shirt on you, this glow to your skin from the Australian sun, and a peek of white lace panties. It looked like you just woke up, and that thought warmed his heart; if this is what a future looked like with you, he would take it without a thought. Esteban, be damned.

"Hey." He breathes, making you turn your head to him, and this look of sadness and pity clouds your eyes.

"Oh....baby, I'm so sorry that happened. You did amazing, though." You praise, getting on your knees as you stare at your boyfriend.

Pierre drops his bags and moves towards you, sweeping you into his arms and kissing you, tilting your head back and sliding his tongue in. He wanted to devour you but kept it slow and passionate enough that your toes curled. Pulling away, you keep your eyes closed, mentally gathering yourself before opening your eyes.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, bumping his forehead against your own, fingers digging into your neck, almost trying to forge you together.

"Of course, but I landed early this morning, and you were already gone." You mumble, kissing him on his cheek and lying down, pulling him on top of you.

Pierre sighs, making you two comfortable; his head lays on your chest, and his arms rest beside you as your left arm is wrapped around his shoulders and your right curled around his neck and playing with his hair. You can't help but giggle from his beard tickling you as he smiles, feeling comforted and relaxed after the rest of the day. He always felt safe in your arms, especially after a long stressful day. He wanted nothing more than this.

"It sucked," Pierre whispers after a while. You always let him talk after a day like this because you'll speak when ready.

"I don't know what to say to help you. I wish I did." You mumble, and Pierre sighs into your hold, your fingers tugging and twirling his hair.

"That's okay. I just needed to say it out loud." Pierre looks up and kisses your lips gently before laying his head back down.

"If you want, I can blame Esteban." You giggle, making Pierre joins in, feeling slightly better from that.

"Can you?" He asks, making you laugh even harder as his fingers run over your sides, making you squirm and laugh.

Pierre sits up and keeps tickling you, falling in love all over again as you laugh, being truly happy with him. He stopped as you screamed yield, trying to catch your breath as he stared at you in awe.

"Marry me?" He asks, both of you freezing at those words.

"What?" You ask, and Pierre leaves the bed, trying to get away.

"Nothing, I said nothing." He blurts, regretting those words immediately.

"Yes." A smile breaks across your face as Pierre looks up at you, his worry and regret fading quickly as you launch at him.

He laughs, catching you as you wrap yourself around him. Pierre might not have a ring or have lost 4th palce, but today, he won.

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propertyofyoutube · 1 month

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Anything for you Mrs Golbach - EXPLICIT

Summary: it was your's and Sam's wedding day. It had truly been the most magical day so far, and the wedding coordinator tells you take a little break alone before the party begins...

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, bad language, quickie, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of fluff, wedding day woo. Husband sam!

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"Okay! 3, 2, 1, cheese!" Your mom shouted as she held up her phone to take a photo of you and all of your bridesmaids. It was roughly halfway through your wedding day. You had officially married the love of your life, already drank at least half a bottle of wine, taken a gizillion photos, smiled none stop and had to redo your makeup 3 or more times from the happy tears.

You all cheered as mom took many photos, switching your poses every few seconds, you felt nothing but happiness as you stood surrounded by your best friends on the most magical day of your life. "Absolutely gorgeous!" Your mom shouted as you all laughed and cheered.

"I can't believe you're actually married!" Your maid of honour said as she shook your shoulders.

"I know right! Look at me!" You laughed as you held up your hand showing the 2 most important rings on your finger. "I'm a wife!"

All the girls laughed, "I'm just glad Sam didn't turn up in an XPLR tracksuit!" Your friend said as everyone laughed even louder.

"Don't!" You sighed, "I told Colby, do not let him talk about ghosts during his speech, and thankfully, Colby made sure the speech was absolutely amazing!" You said as you sipped your wine.

"I cried the whole way through it." Your maid of honour said as she wiped under her eye remembering the loving words Sam had said about his new wife.

"Me too..." you smiled, you grabbed your best friend's hand, "it has honestly been everything I've ever dreamed of."

Suddenly you felt a hand slowly touch your back as it snaked around your waist, "Mrs Golbach?" Sam's voice travelled down your ear as you turned your head to his handsome face smiling at you. All your friends squealed with excitement as they heard him call you that.

"Husband?" You replied with a smirk.

Sam's hand suddenly moved to the top of your arm as he slowly slide it down to gently grip your hand, lifting it to his lips. "Please may I steal my beautiful wife for a moment?" He said with a smile to all your girls.

"Of course!" Your maid of honour said quickly as the girls hurried away back to the bar.

You smiled watching as they scurried away, "what can I do for you Mr Golbach?" You smirked bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck.

His hands rested against your back as he pulled you close to him, "firstly, you can kiss your husband, Mrs Golbach." Sam said with a smirk as he leaned down connecting your lips in a soft sweet kiss. As he pulled away he smiled down at you. "And secondly, Lauren the wedding coordinator has said we should, 'take this time to soak in our marriage' before the party begins..." he said with just the warmest grin on his face.

"Oh really?" You said with a smirk as you admired his features. You've wanted nothing more than to rip this tux off him all day.

Sam rolled his eyes with a smile, "we only have 10 minutes before the party starts..." you pouted your lips in a face sad expression as he laughed, "you have another dress to put on, and I really want to watch you take this off... slowly... and then put your other dress on, even slower." He said as he bit his lip nodding his head.

You laughed as you downed the rest of your wine, "let's go then, baby." You smiled as you pulled him by the hand towards a near by take, carefully placing your glass down.

"Congratulations y/n and Sam!" A relative shouted as you both smiled and waved.

"Thank you so much!" You both said in unison as you continued over to the front desk of the manor. After a couple of kind words exchanged by the receptionist, she handed you the key to the honeymoon suite.

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As you walked into the beautifully decorated, Victorian style Manor House, master bedroom, the four poster bed instantly caught your eye. "Oh wow..." you gasped as you wondered around, your fingers dancing across the old furniture. After a moment you turned around to look at Sam as he leaned against the wall, admiring how you moved with his bow tie already hanging loosely around his neck.

You smirked before moving to the middle of the room, Turning your back to Sam, "do you mind baby?" You said as you signalled the back of your dress.

"Of course." He said softly as he took a deep breath. He walked towards you slowly, his eyes travelling up and down your body. He loved how your wedding dress showed your figure perfectly. As he reached you, he lifted his hands to your lower back where the top of the dress sat, suddenly, his face fell confused. "Uh..." he chuckled, "how do I do this baby?"

You laughed with him before you spoke, "it's just a zip babe! The buttons are for show! Move the fabric over!" You couldn't help but giggle as Sam sighed.

"Women and their deceiving buttons..." he joked as he found the top of the zip, his fingers gripping it tightly. He slowly began to pull the zip down your back, the loosening of the fabric sending goosebumps over your entire body. You breathed heavily, wishing you had more time to be pounded by your new husband. The zip sam held slowly revealed the gorgeous white Lacey underwear, that sat comfortably against your ass cheeks. "Fuck..." Sam gasped as he felt his dick began to grow, his trousers tightening at the sight. You felt a smirk spreading across your face as you slowly slide your arms out of the dress, allowing it to fall hitting the floor. You stood there in nothing but the panties that were making Sam's mouth water.

You heard as Sam swallowed hard and you turned to face him slowly. Sam's eyes fell wide as your bare breasts came into view. Even after all this time, your absolute beauty never fails to amaze him. Both of you stood for a moment, your breathing caught in your throat as your jaws fell slack, "we better get changed." You said reluctantly, but your stare said otherwise.

Sam didn't say anything, you knew that look in his eyes, that was his 'I'm going to fill you up' look.

"We can't be late baby..." you said seductively with a smirk, as you subtly lifted your hand brushing it against his rock hard bulge. You watched Sam twitched from your touch, his breath hitched.

"Fuck it." Sam's voice was low as he spoke and he quickly grabbed your face with both hands, pulling you tightly into a heated, passionate kiss. As tongues fought for dominance your hands moved to slip off his suit jacket, tossing it aside. You both giggled as your hands tickled his torso, your fingers making their way down one button at a time. Before you could move it off his arms, Sam quickly lifted you off the ground as your legs wrapped around his waist. His hands squeezed your ass cheeks as you laughed. "Fuck baby, we gotta make this quick." He said as he tossed you onto the bed.

You bit your lip and nodded your head as Sam quickly moved to hover above you, reconnecting your lips again. The kisses were quick but filled with passion and desperation for one another. Sam moved as his head kissed from your lips, along your jaw, down your neck and back up to your lips again as a string of moans left your throat.

He suddenly lifted himself off you as he grabbed your laced panties, pulling them down fast as your legs quickly escaped them. Sam smirked down at you as he repositioned himself, his hands and lips exploring your whole body, "Sam... please." You squirmed beneath him.

Sam chuckled as he reached down, quickly undoing his trousers, not even bothering to take them off. He pulled them down slightly, just enough for him to pull his cock out. He teased your entrance as you both let out moans, "anything for you, Mrs Golbach." Sam said as he suddenly pushed himself inside of you. Your body arching off the bed as you both moaned out simultaneously. "Fuck..." Sam groaned lowly.

"Fuck baby." You moaned as your head threw back, Sam instantly hitting you with fast and hard thrusts. Sam's hands both reached for yours as he pulled your arms up and over your head, holding them in place by your wrists. His lips connected to yours as you both swallowed each other's moans.

"What's your name baby?" Sam smirked as he breathed heavily.

"Y/n..." you moaned out.

Sam picked up his pace, "no baby, what's your full name?" Sam said deeply as you felt that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

"Fuck- fuck...." You moaned loudly as your orgasm was inches away, your walls clenching around Sam's dick making him groan even deeper. "Y/n... go- Golbach!" You cried out.

"Fuck!" Sam began to pound into you as his dick began to twitch, "you're mine... forever." His voice was low and hoarse as he spoke. Your legs began to shake, "cum for your husband, baby." Sam demanded as your body exploded into ecstasy.

"Fuck, Sam!" You cried out as you came, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your entire body was filled with pleasure.

"Fuck yeah..." Sam groaned as he pounded harder a couple more times before a string of expletives left his mouth, his hot cum filling you up as he pushed himself as deep as he could into you.

You both breathed heavily as he lowly pulled out of you. You opened your eyes are you looked up at him, nothing but love in both of your hearts. "I love you." Sam said, his breath shaken.

You pulled his head down to kiss him softly, "I love you more." You whispered against his lips as you felt his lips turn into a loving smile.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You and Sam ran down the stairs, hand in hand and stood outside a huge set of wooden double doors. He quickly pulled you in one last time to kiss you deeply. As he pulled back he gave you a warm smile, "you ready baby?"

You giggled before fixing his hair slightly, "I'm more than ready."

Just as you replied you heard the echoing from the speakers as the DJ excitedly announced, "ladies and gentleman, I'm so happy to introduce, your bride & groom, the newly married couple, Mr & Mrs Golbach!"

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Authors note: I hope you liked this one! I thought it was so cute! My requests are open so let me know what you'd like to see! Xx

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keen-li · 6 months

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Only one | 01

Warnings: toxic relationship trauma, trauma in general, mentally broken oc, manipulation, yendere jungkook. [Still more warnings to be added]

Psychiatrist jungkook x patient reader

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"I just wanna be good enough for someone you get" you play with the hem of your hospital gown.

"But no one is ever good to me" you take a deep breath feeling the tears coming but you hold them in.

"It's okay to cry, don't hide your emotions from me" your psychiatrist, Mr jeon, says having noticed you holding back. Once he says that your tears fall drop by drop until they're leaving your eyes like a waterfall. Mr jeon doesn't say anything, he just notes down what he observes.

"I know I'm good girl, don't you think I'm a good girl?" Good girl, a word You’ve been trying to stop referring to yourself as. Ever since your last relationship, which is one of the many reasons you're in this damn hospital, where your boyfriend would use it so often and even make you refer yourself as that, you haven't been able to let it go yet. Mr jeon hasn't addressed it yet but you're so sure he's noticed it by now.

He's silent to your question, "don't you think I'm a good girl" you ask so genuinely it's sad. Mr jeon simply smiles at you.

"I think you're a good person" he says no emotion behind it.

You scoff.

"I'm sorry, is there something else you would've liked me to say" he sits attentive and alert. His tone is gentle though the question feels sharp.

"I-i just..." You fail to speak and he gives you a reassuring look to help you speak.

"H-he always told me no-one will ever find me good enough apart from him" jungkook knows who the 'he' is, he's been a major topic of your sessions.

"Mmm" Mr jeon acknowledges as he takes note of something. Sometimes you spend your nights wondering what he's writing about you.

Could it be about how much he doesn't want to work with you anymore. Or maybe you're just insecure.

.....

"No please take me back" you flop around in the nurses hands.

"I'm okay, I promise." You don't sound okay and the nurses know better. It's one of those days where you have a mental breakdown. You don't see the damage you cause but others do and that's why they have to take you back to your room to cool down.

Mr jeon watches from afar as they take you away. You were having a session with him that's when you had your breakdown. You weren't even done with the session only in an hour out of the two hours you always have set. Mr jeon has seen your breakdowns before and even took notes of what you said while in that state.

Guess he has to see you next week.

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You're sick of this place, its so plain and boring. You've been here for eight weeks and even though you feel you're getting better, the hospital thinks otherwise. Mr jeon hasn't given you anything on your progress, only praising you for your strength and openness. You want to know when you can leave this place. You wanna go back to your home, where your can rest peacefully with your dog and pet fish. Oh, you remembered your mother took your pets since you can't be there to take care of them. You just wanna be around them. And they've been on your mind lately.

"So how have you been?" He starts as he settles in his seat with just notepad, glasses glued to his face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you for the last two weeks" it's true, he's the only psychiatrist you trust and he hasn't been with you for two weeks. That caused you to have to speak to another psychiatrist, she honestly didn't understand you like Mr jeon does and that made it harder for you to express your true feelings.

"I had an emergency I had to attend to" Mr jeon doesn't talk about his personal life with you only focusing on yours. He doesn't need to tell you anything about his personal life and you don't need to know.

"I've been thinking about home more often lately." You say avoiding Mr jeon's eyes. He noticed you always did this when you expressed something to him that you weren't sure he'd be interested in. But he's always interested in what you say to him.

"Mm, what is it that you're missing at home?" he says in his ever present professional tone.

When he asks this question you remember the cute dog that's probably missing you right now, and the little fish you kept fed and clean in the tank, you hope whoever is looking after them is doing a good job cause if they aren't they're gonna feel it. Those animals have been the only source of comfort and joy in your life, until you were separated.

And now that he's asked that question and you realise the answer, the tears begin to form.

Mr jeon notices and smiles "its okay" his voice is so comforting that it aids your crying. Next second tears are flowing down your face as you try to control your sobs and breathing.

"I-i-i m-miss.." he can see you struggle with your words and reminds you of the breathing tactic he taught you.

You cool down a bit from the tactic, enough to say your words atleast.

"I miss my pets. My dog, my fish" you say and he can see how much they mean to you.

"Why do you miss them?" Seems like a bad question to ask someone in tears but because it's Mr jeon you don't mind.

"They were my only comfort, my only joy and my only hope" you sob as memories of them, especially your dog, make it to your brain.

He watches intently as you sob, he takes down some notes but you're too emotional to notice.

"I just wanna go home " you confess. "I'm tired of it here, I miss home" you sob intensely forgetting about the tactic.

"I'd honestly do anything to leave this place" Mr jeon stops at that.

"I just wanna leave this place" you confess all of this unconsciously. You feel so free around Mr jeon that you don't even think before you say anything.

"I just wanna go home" you whisper finally calming down.

You can see as you wipe your tears, Mr jeon places the note book down and even takes his glasses off. He only takes them off when he's leaving after his shift. He stands going to the door checking outside and locking it when he finally gets back.

You're confused about this new found behaviour, during your sessions he only focuses on you and never does anything else, especially not take off his glasses.

You're confused even more when he squats in front of you as if speaking to a child. He places his palms on the couch on each side of you as you stare at him with raised brows. It's weird seeing Mr jeon like this, he looks different from the the psychiatrist you speak to most of the time.

"Would you do anything to go back home?" he looks at you with so much patience and determination, like you would a child you're trying to convince to go to school.

"You'd do anything huh?" Even the way he's speaking is different, it's more casual.

You remember your previous confession, and even though it was an unconscious confession you still meant it. You can see him waiting for your answer and you unsurely nod.

He shakes his head declining your response.

"I need you to use your words. I need you to be sure" his tone is so soft and gentle and it makes you even more comfortable around him.

After thinking about it, which he lets you do, you have your answer.

"Yes I would." You nod along your words. He smiles at that, feeling to be going in the right direction with you.

"You know I can get you out of this place in a second, right?" He questions you.

You nod. "Words y/n"

"Yes, I know you can"

He nods. "Do you trust me? " It's actually something you've thought about. Do you trust Mr jeon? yes, yes you do. He's the only one you trust in this whole hospital or even the world.

"I do trust you, Mr jeon" he smiles at the honorific. You're unsure to what's he's getting to but you listen close.

"So if you trust me, then let me get you out of this place" why is he asking you this. Does he do this for others as well.

"I can take you somewhere better. I can take you home" and when he says home your eyes light up.

"Home?" You ask and he nods. "I do wanna go home"

"Okay then" he smiles at you. His eyes then turn dark But you can barely notice mind clogged with the hope of being able to go home.

"But you have to do one thing for me"

#fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts #jungkook au #yendere jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook and reader #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x oc

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madisonshoneybun · 2 years

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Hello! I would love to see Newt with a girlfriend who his nifflers can't get enough of. As soon as she comes by they're all over her but they never steal anything shiny she's got on. Thank you! 💖

A Nifflers Love

Warning - None

Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary - The nifflers love you. All they want is your attention. Whether you're wearing the shiniest necklace or the dullest watch they see you as something much more important.

A/N - OMG, I'm so freakin happy right now! Thank you so much for suggesting such a cute idea! I seriously can’t thank you enough! Prompts or ideas really get my creative juices following so feel free to make as many suggestions as you like! I’m more than happy to write them, especially such cute ideas like this! This goes for anyone who comes across this post too!

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Newt wasn’t surprised when all his creatures fell for you. It honestly made him even happier when he’d see how some of them got so excited to see you and would miss you when you weren’t around. But one thing he didn’t expect was the nifflers loving you as much as they did. When it was just the one, he was shocked to see Teddy make a bee line for you. The little thing crawled up your leg and held onto your neck. Newt reached forward to get her off, fearing she might take your necklace but upon closer inspection she was just cuddling close. She was rubbing into your neck and licking your hair, almost like she was trying to groom you.

You let out a giggled when she accidently licked your ear. “What’s wrong love? You want cuddles?” You asked, moving your hands to hold her closer to you. You held me like a newborn baby pressed into your shoulder. And you rocked her too, singing softly as Newt stared at you with admiration. God did he love you. Seeing how you handled Teddy made him fall in love with you even more and a small part of him began to wonder what you look like holding a real baby. His baby. A blush crept up his neck at the thoughts running through his mind.

Teddy almost seemed to be your familiar. [A/N: animals (some say animal-shaped. spirits) that serve a witch in various ways, whether as servants, messengers or even spies] She came with you where ever you went, just like how picket was with Newt. She’d sit on your shoulder, hide in your coat, or chill in a small bag you began to carry around just for her. Once she had her babies though, she stopped doing this. She mostly stayed at home but would still cuddle and nuzzle you whenever you stepped foot into your shared home with Newt.

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“Hello Teddy, are you doing alright?” You asked. She was panting and whining in pain. She was in labor and the most you could do to help was sit with her and speak to her. You brought your hand to rest under her head, rubbing your thumb against her face causing her to lean closer to you. Newt was with you as well, but he was there mostly to make sure everything was going well and that Teddy, and the babies, were safe. It was a long labor but eventually all 3 of her babies came into the world safely, thanks to Newt.

Once she was done, she nibbled at your hand, pulling your closer to her babies. You felt hesitant, seeing how tiny they were and worried you might accidently hurt them but Newt reassure you. You hand covered them completely, like a blanket. You wondered if they would like you as much as Teddy does, maybe they’d be different and go back to their normal way of just wanted anything shiny. You were so wrong.

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Newt came back home, having been denied permission to travel once again. It was starting to weight on him and made him feel a level of sadness he’d never felt before. But walking into your shared home he tried to hide him feelings. Beginning to look for you so he could have some sort of physical contact.

“Y/n?” You didn’t reply

Newt’s first place to check was always the basement. It was the biggest so it just made sense but after a good look around he couldn’t find you. When he made his way back to the stairs, throwing a quick glance to where the Nifflers were held, he froze. They weren’t there and you weren’t there. Had they gotten out? Were you looking for them? He rushed back up stairs checking every room again.

Finally, all he had left to do was check the bedroom.

He walked over, gently turning the knob and peaking inside. The sight before him eased him immediately and brought the biggest smile to his face. He leaned against the door frame and watched you closely.

You had all 4 of the Nifflers on the bed. Your body curled into itself on your side while Teddy laid near your face and her head resting on your neck. Then the babies. They were all over, one laying inside your shirt nuzzling into your chest, another close to your stomach, your arm draping over it and hold it closer to you. And the last one had made a nest in your hair. It was by far the cutest thing Newt had ever seen. He wished you could stay like this forever, looking so peaceful and beautiful.

With a quiet sigh he walked further into the room and closed the door behind himself. He was trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake you. He slipped on his shoes, undid his tie and gently folded his coat. He reached into the closet and grabbed a thin blanket. It had been pretty hot recently, so he didn’t want to make you overheat but even then he still worried slight about you being even the tiniest bit cold. Then, after laying the blanket on top of you and creatures he crawled in behind you. Slowly spooning you.

Even in your sleeping state you moaned and melted under his touch. His arm trying to gently rest under your neck and the other wrapping around your torso.

“Newt...” You mumbled in your sleep, moving a free hand to interlock with his. He chuckled, holding you. Every worry and fear washed away as you laid together. For a moment he felt like nothing else mattered and that later, once you had woken up, he’d open up to you about how he was feelings. And you’d be there to support him. Every step of the way.

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#newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x you #newt scamander x y/n #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #niffler #baby niffers #fluff #newt scamander fluff

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berrieluv · 2 years

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Matt Murdock and younger!reader. cw. bimbo reader because why not? we're fulfilling my dream of being a white man's stupid hoe. this is pure fluff, honestly, just a bit of angst in a cut but quickly resolved. also mentions of sex. this is boring but I'm sorry I really need love and affection.

Matt looked at you and blinked a few times, it was a wonder for him how you had no filter when it came to things.

"But you can't be blind" You told him, a few dates later into your relationship. He was amused on how you didn't catch the man you were dating was blind. Yes, he knew he managed life pretty well with all his senses "I saw you fighting against those men at the bar who were saying nasty things to me... And you won!"

You say, as if it was unbelievable, which he knew it kinda was. It wasn't everyday that a blind man fights five men and wins.

"Plus, you being blind is so sad" You pout, and he frowns at your words "You can't see how pretty you are..." You close your mouth a little and then your eyes open wide; "You can't see how pretty I am!"

You panicked and Matt chuckled, sensing your concern in the atmosphere.

"Oh" He starts, soft voice and taking your hand in his "I know how pretty you are" You smile "I can tell"

"How? You can't see me" You pouted "And I don't mean 'your personality is nice' type of pretty, Matt" You look at him and get closer, he can feel your breathing in his face "I really am pretty. Like, you should see me..."

"I believe you"

"But like..." You make a smirk "Like are you really blind? Or you... Is like partially blind? Like would you get your vision back? Or you just have to live like that?"

"I've been blind most of my life. Since I was a kid, actually"

"So... you never got to see Reese Whiterspoon in Legally Blonde?"

"Not one of my biggest concerns but no, I didn't"

"But it's a film of cult!" You said "If I describe it to you, would you watch it?"

"Only for you"

You chuckle, knowing Matt is in a chokehold because of you. It haven't been long since the both of you started dating, but it was, however, a surprise for almost everyone that you even started dating.

When his best friend made a joke about Matt being blind, you legit thought he meant the kind of blind people always call men... you never thought of it in a literal way.

"You're so wrapped around my little finger, it's embarrassing" You smile "And you can't even see how pretty I am" You gasp "I'll be walking you like a dog if you could see my beauty"

Matt drops a loud laugh, because from all the people in the world, he seemed to have find the only one who could make his blindness about themselves. And it didn't bother him, he was happy that you were able to treat him as a normal person. And if he thinks about it long enough, he was treated like a 'complete' man, for long enough, before you found out he couldn't see.

Suddenly, you 'wow' "That's why you're always wearing those ugly glasses!"

"Matthew Murcock"

You yell while entering his office and Foggy looks at Matt at the sudden change of his name.

"I have no idea where she got that from" He says, smiling.

That was the day after the first time you ever had sex, when opened the door you look at Foggy, then at Matt and pout, completely forgetting he couldn't see you.

"Foggy, get out"

Matt says and you smile, walking to him as fast as Foggy leaves the office. You kneel in front of him and rest your head in his thigh; fuck you were needing him.

"Baby, you know we can't do that stuff around here. It's my office, baby" He smiles.

"You wouldn't say the same if you knew how pretty I look"

"Oh, I just know you look fucking pretty" He says, taking your body and sitting you on his lap "You wore a skirt and everything" You nod "I guess I can put my fingers inside if you like"

You nod desperately and open your legs, Matt only laughs at your neediness and starts to work.

"Mattheeeeeew"

You cry as you reach him in his bedroom, he was calm and breathing slowly, his chest going up and down and unconsciously flexing his muscles. He opened his eyes as soon as he heard you entered his flat.

"Yes, dear?" He asks, peacefully, ignoring the tone of your voice that adverts you're looking forward to create drama.

"Why didn't you call me?" He lets out a groan when you sit on top of his naked torso and put your hands on his chest "I let a sticky-note asking for you to call me as soon as you were back" You pouted.

"Darling..." He starts, calmly "How am I suppose to see that?"

"What do you mean 'how'... with your eyes, Matth–" You pout "I see..." He chuckles and you shake your head "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it"

"It's fine, pretty girl"

"But I'm always so reckless" You cry, letting your head fall into his pectorals "I'm reminding you all the time that you can't see"

"It's not like I can forget it, my love"

"Yeah, you're right"

You chuckle in his chest and he feels his shorts getting a little tighter. He doesn't want to point it out, how could he when you're sharing such an intimate and cute moment. And he was sure you wouldn't notice, hell, if she didn't notice I was blind, how would she notice an erection; was what he thought the first time you gave him a boner. And what he seems to remember every time now that you give him one by accident.

The first time ever you and Matthew have a fight it's complicated. You believe he was on edge before you and him got together that day, he arrived to your department a bit more serious. This time there wasn't a kiss, or a hug, or a single word.

You were yourself at the gala he asked you a few weeks ago to go with him, but it seemed like it wasn't someone he wanted you to be. He pressed tighter your arm every time you joked, but you took that as an action he was making to decease his worries, never could you think it was because of you, since your personality was never a problem.

"What is your fucking problem?" He asked, storming into his flat, his steps were heavy and loud and you just looked at him, shyly, the first time ever you felt shy around Matt. "You couldn't just act like a mature person, couldn't you? You have to let out your childish annoying personality in one of the most important nights of my career"

"I'm sorry"

You say, with a small voice, almost afraid to ask.

"Yeah" He says, finding himself the glass and the wine he always leave in the same place, to pour himself one. "You're always fucking sorry but I never see you change anything about yourself" He hears the glass breaking into the floor and he frowns, looking directly at where he sensed you. "Did you fucking moved the glass?"

You were scared to say yes, not at Matt, you couldn't be scared of him, but now, you weren't feeling him as your Matt.

"You always do this, why do I even bother having a house if you're gonna do whatever the fuck you want with MY stuff" He walks to the room and you follow him, silent, fidgeting your fingers "I would have chose any other woman if I knew you were going to act like a fucking child!"

You feel your eyes watering and you look at him, finally saying, with a small broken voice; "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Before Matt could answer with another mean comment, he smell your tears falling on your cheeks and he felt bad. Because it wasn't your fault he has been on edge all day. Because he knew you were younger than him and it never seemed to be a problem until one of the lawyers pointed out how young and pretty you were to date someone like him.

How could you ever please her if you're blind.

"Baby... love... I'm so sorry" He says, pressing his fists against his eyes and then opening his arms "I'm so sorry, you don't, you don't deserve this. I'm– I've been better than this, you deserve better than this, my darling love, I'm an asshole"

"You are" You slowly say, letting him wrap his arms around your body "But I like you anyways"

"And I'm so lucky for that"

You nod, knowing he was in fact lucky you pulled out with this shit and you didn't leave the room immediately.

"You were being mean"

"I know, I know" He says, holding you closer to him and letting your body and his fall into the mattress. "I was just so mean to my pretty girl"

And since that, Matt made sure everything that could involve you in a fight was gone. Of course, you had the typical arguments a couple has, but you never kept them for too long. You were way too distracted and it wasn't like he wanted to keep the fight going. Not when you looked so pretty.

The first time he ever saw you mad, was so ridiculously cute, you always got mad about the bloody same thing, and Matthew couldn't take you seriously anymore.

"Why are you so f-stubborn?" You stop yourself at the curse word, and Matt smiled, knowing you're not one to curse. You were organizing both of your clothes in the closet "I always tell you the clothes go ordered by color, Matt" You cry and throw one of his shirt at him.

"Princess..." He starts, that's the pet name he choose to call you when he was about to correct something you said "How am I supposed to know that green and red are not the same?"

You're ready to yell at him again until it hits you, he can't really know. "It's imposible to get mad at you"

You pout, and he opens his arms while laughing. "C'mon, my pretty dumb girl"

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock smut #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil x reader #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x you

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I'm rereading book 1 after watching the movie because nostalgia and one of the earliest things that I just can't figure out why they would change is no one in Galvadon knowing about the school/it being a vague legend sort of thing, when the Literal first lines of the book are

In the book, the school for good and evil is not only a very real thing, it's an established part of their culture. The townsfolk figured out many generations ago that, every four years, two kids would go missing, one "good" and one "bad", and in the following years after mysterious fairy tale books would be delivered to the village bookstore, depicting the missing children in their illustrations.

I just don't understand why that is something they would change for the movie since it makes no difference for the runtime, if they were already going to spend that time in Galvadon they might as well have shown us some incredibly interesting scenes from the begining of the book, like how the whole village prepares for the night the School Master comes for the children in desperate panic, including the children themselves terrified of being taken away from their families. Like:

Handsome ones had their hair lopped off, teeth blackened, and clothes shredded to rags; homely ones were scrubbed, swathed in bright colors, and fitted with veils. Mothers begged the best-behaved children to curse or kick their sisters, the worst were bribed to pray in the church, while the rest in line were led in choruses of the village anthem: “Blessed Are the Ordinary.”

Fear swelled into a contagious fog. In a dim alley, the butcher and blacksmith traded storybooks for clues to save their sons. Beneath the crooked clock tower, two sisters listed fairy-tale villain names to hunt for patterns. A group of boys chained their bodies together, a few girls hid on the school roof, and a masked child jumped from bushes to spook his mother, earning a spanking on the spot. Even the homeless hag got into the act, hopping before a meager fire, croaking, “Burn the storybooks! Burn them all!” But no one listened and no books were burned.

I honestly believe that the first few scenes in Galvadon from book 1 are some of the best writing Soman has done, and it's sad that we didn't even get to see Sophie's father boarding up her window only for her to tear it off and wait for the School Master with her bags packed, which is not only hilarious but it really adds to her character imo. In the books, Sophie has known about the school and wanted to go there all her life. It's not some impulsive idea coming from a rumor that she learned about that very same day, it's a very present part of their day-to-day life! And it would've cost them no extra screen time at all to show even a little bit of that, it's actually quite sad.

#school for good and evil #sfgae #sge #school for good and evil movie #sge movie #sophie of woods beyond #sophie school from good and evil #sophie sge #the school for good and evil

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pepsiluvr0209 · 4 months

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White Ferrari (Final)

buckle in guys

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of death and just overall sadness

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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"I let you out, at Central."

It had been one day.

One day of Matt never leaving your side. He practically had to be dragged out of your room for tests and to rest, since the lack of sleep the boy was getting was detrimental for his healing.

"Baby you need to eat." You look at Matt who stared back at you, sadness engulfing his eyes. He had been by your hospital bed for the past couple hours and you started to get concerned.

"I don't want to." He mumbled, tiredly grabbing your tubed hand and playing with your fingers. "I just want to be with you."

"Can you eat here?" Matt just shrugged. Just then you started coughing erratically and Matt jumped up, cradling you gently so you could stabilise yourself. After your breathing evened out, he reluctantly let go and instantly latches himself back onto your hand. This happens about once every 10 minutes and Matt feels his heart break with every episode.

"See this is what we can't do." You sternly say turning to look at him in the eyes. "I want you to take care of yourself."

Matt fiercely shakes his head and you can feel his larger hands start to tremor in yours. "I don't need to take care of myself." He says quietly looking down. "Because when we get out of here, I-I'll have you." He says with confidence.

You've experienced a couple heartbreaks in your time but nothing could compare to the pain you felt in that very moment.

"Matt-" You start.

"No. I don't want to hear it."

If you look close enough you can glistening streams flowing from his ocean eyes down his pale cheeks. You reach out to run your fingers over his stubble which was poking out since he hasn't had the opportunity to shave in a while. Matt's hand still interlaced with yours, he watches you as your intertwined hands caress over his face. You watch back staring at him with a bittersweet smile.

"I love you."

"I love you more." And he reached over to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

Now, you weren't stupid. As soon as you regained consciousness the Doctor's gave it to you straight, and of course you were destroyed to find out that there was nothing they could do.

But what upset you the most was Matt.

We had everything planned out and it's all going to shit, because I can't physically be there with him. Create more memories with him. We're never going to go on 2am drives together again, never going to play fucking Mariokart with him again, and do stupid little things like shared face-masks, long hugs and deep talks, movie marathons and cooking monstrosities in the kitchen.

But he will do it with someone else.

He can marry another girl, and have kids, live right by Nick and Chris and go to Central with her.

While I'll watch and always know that it could've been me.

Maybe in another life.

The Doctor's told me it was a guy driving a white Ferrari. Had too much to drink and paid the consequences for it. They're burying him the day before my funeral.

It's such a weird thought. My funeral's in a couple days. Would I have scarring from all these wires? Would I be wearing my hospital gown? Who would show up?

Would Matt be there?

Would it be sad? Fuck, would they serve food after?

A guy came in for my will the other day and I told him all of my stuff me and Matt basically shared so he can decide what to do with everything. Obviously I gave my parents and Matt's brothers a respectful amount, but honestly I could care less, my stuff isn't as important compared to him.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" Matt gently moved my stray hairs from my forehead to the side.

"Nothing." I smile. He smiles back, and I can tell he knows I'm lying but he is perfectly fine living right now, without knowing.

I inhale sharply. "Matt?" He hums in response, sensing my hesitation. "How fast are you gonna move on?"

"I don't want to talk about that y/n." He says sternly.

"Why?" I retaliate, my brows furrowing. When he doesn't answer I huff and say quietly. "I've got just over 24 hours left Matt. I-It hurts to cough and sometimes I throw up blood-"

"No, no, no, no." He says loudly. "You're gonna make it baby. T-The Doctor's, they don't know jackshit okay. I-I- You can do this, I kno-"

"Matt... it's okay."

"No, its not." He sobs. "How could you leave me. It's not fair." He cries into my bed. "It's not fair, it's not fair. It should've been me."

"Shh, no it shouldn't have."

Matt hiccups. "Y-Y-es."

You feel hopeless, all you can do is stroke his hair and reassure him that it's going to be okay, when you both know damn well your not telling the truth.

Once Matt had calmed down, he rested his head on your bed, right next to your bandaged shins. Both of you were holding hands, his thumb stroking yours. You both were just staring at each other, no words to convey the amount of love both of you were pouring out of your tired eyes.

Suddenly Matt quietly speaks up, drifting his eyes from yours and onto the crisp white bedsheets. "I don't think I'll ever be able to move on from you." He mumbles. "I-I just... You were with me through everything. I can't comprehend how you're not going to be here one day, a-and it scares me that when you are gone-" He tremors again and you just hold his hand tighter. "That I won't know what the point of everything is without you. You're my everything a-and you're just gonna leave me." He starts crying. "I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to leave either Matt. I don't- I don't want to die." You cry with him. Everything hitting you all at once.

Eventually you both fell asleep and when you woke up medics were by your side. You glance at Matt's sleeping figure then around to look at everyone. "It hurts."

A nurse crouches down to face you. "We're going to give you painkillers, so when you pass it doesn't hurt as much."

You nod, and you can feel tears falling down your face. "Okay." This was real. It was happening. "H-How long do I have left... To live?"

The nurse looks at you sympathetically. "Judging by your vitals we estimate a couple hours." She reaches out and caresses your hair. "It'll just be like falling asleep. In the meantime we'll all leave and I'm going to unhook you to some of these machines, so you can at least be more comfortable."

You can only nod. Your whole body is flooded with pain and you realise that this is it.

You're going to die.

You can feel Matt stirring, just as the nurse unhooks you off the last machine, and everyone leaves.

"W-what's going on?" All of a sudden he's alert and checking his surroundings.

All you can do is softly smile at him and try your best not to burst into tears.

"Matt." You manage out. "It's happening."

Matt swore his whole world fell out of place. You continued. "They um- They gave me pain medication so I won't feel it and the-the nurse said it's like falling asleep."

"How long?" Matt felt like he didn't even recognise his own voice.

"A couple hours."

Matt gulped, but it felt like he swallowed a rock. "So what are you going to do?"

"Lie with me... please?"

Matt didn't even feel the rough scratch of your sheets or heard the creak of the bed. Facing you he said, "I can't even process this."

"So don't."

He just nodded and went down under the covers further. "Can I please hold you?... Just one last time."

It took everything in you not to start sobbing right there. "Yes Matt. You can."

So he gently took your body and moved it towards him, cradling you into him and holding you like if he lets go you would leave. Because you just might.

He was gonna miss you.

God, he was gonna miss you so much.

After an hour you spoke up.

"What were we going to do if we got to Central."

Matt looked down at you and smiled. "Well, last time I went I saw the prettiest bookstore ever and I instantly thought of you, so I figured that would've been our first stop. And of course, knowing you that would eat up a couple hours."

You laughed a bit, which made tears form in Matt's eyes. He's never going to hear that again.

"And then what?"

Matt sniffed. "And then I made a dinner reservation."

Your eyes gently shut and your heart rate slowed.

"Best carbonara in town. So naturally I had to take you there. Uh- It was an outside booking, and already a nice day, so I thought you would've loved it."

"Mhm, keep going." Snuggling into his warm chest, trying to ignore the pain shooting through you at a rapid pace.

"And then there was this park." He said softly. "Big open area, moonlit pond... fairy lights."

You smiled into his chest, the pain becoming numb as you felt it slowly encase you. "That sounds beautiful."

"It is, you would've loved it. They have little paths where you can walk around." You felt your pulse slowly fade. "And when we would get to a spot, I would hold you and tell you that I love you. And that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That your all that matters to me. I would list every little thing I love about you. Your hair, your eyes, your joy and how much you make my life better. You know why sweetheart? Because I love you. I love you so much okay? So whenever you feel like you have to let go, just know that I love you and that I will always love you, forever and ever and ever......"

"Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, are you awake?"

"Y/n? Oh my god, no, please."

"Y/n please wake up. Please."

"No, not yet."

"Not yet."

"Don't leave me."

"I love you."

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Rain was pouring down heavily, as Matt got out of the car, double checking to see if he missed anything.

Matt felt heavy as he stepped along the gravel path, trudging towards the place where he spent most of his time.

He gently sat down next to you, ignoring the uncomfortable wet soil. Staring at you Matt remembered one of the things he bought and held it up to you. "I got you more flowers." He softly smiled. "I know your probably sick of them by now but they were half off so, you know."

Sighing he plucked at the grass in front of him. "Not much has happened. Except, you know Alisha? From my management team. I told you about her a couple weeks ago. She's new. Anyways, she-uh... She asked me out on a date. A-and I told her I'd think about it. She's great but... she's nothing like you." He mumbled. "I don't think anyone's ever going to be like you."

There was a brief silence until he spoke up again.

"Do you remember when I told you I'd never move on from you. I-It's true. Nothing can ever compare to you... But I know, for reasons I'd never understand, you would've wanted me to move on. So I thought I'd do this as um... closure? Just in case, but one of my biggest regrets is never doing this sooner because I was too scared." He lightly chuckled.

Matt stood up and reached into his pocket, suddenly feeling nervous.

"At Central." He whispered just so you could hear. "After the dinner and after we would explore the park and find the spot. And I was gonna tell you how much you mean to me and how I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Matt slowly pulled out a small box from his front pocket. "And then I was gonna get down on one knee and ask you to marry me." He whispered. Matt opened the box and gently placed it on the soil, littered with flowers he got you.

"I hope you would've said yes."

He stood in front of your grave.

"Goodbye, sweetheart."

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"If you think about it, it'll be over in no time

And that's life."

WHEW

No bc I sobbed so hard writing this like goddamn

Shoutout to whoever said to put this out or they'd touch me wtf😃

But you guys rlly loved part 1 so here is your finale <3

Stay tuned see ya

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/739381076510785536/so-it-seems-our-flag-means-death-has-not-been#notes

I liked OFMD and I'm sad it's not getting renewed, but I agree that the fandom was especially toxic, even by the standards of currently popular slash-heavy fandoms. I wanted to read fic after s1 ended the way it did, and I read a little bit, but along with it having all the tropes that I can't stand in a lot of what is currently big with the MSF crowd (and that I'd been happy to have a reprieve from in my current main M/M fandom), the toxicity of the online fandom discourse made me quickly realize it was one that I was going to discuss among my current-friends-from-other-fandoms who also watched it, and my sister who watches it, and pretty much ignore the rest of the Internet. It was such a perfect storm of everything awful, from people who are overly invested in it to an unhealthy degree (I think I realized I wasn't gonna be active in the larger fandom around a month or so before the s2 renewal announcement, when I saw earnest PSA tweets telling people to "stop threatening suicide in HBO's replies if they don't renew OFMD"), to bombarding and parasocial obsessions with the creators and actors, to all the classic "anti" and purity police crap that plagues anything that gets popular on here.

The fandom it reminds me the most of, honestly, is Yuri on Ice fandom at its peak in early-mid 2017. Again, a show I love, but a fandom I absolutely do not miss. In some ways they are kind of similar shows: ones with canon M/M romances where they were not billed as that, and they were hinted from early on but people didn't trust it due to years of dealing with queerbaiting, where that sort of thing slowly crept up on people and then became the defining feature of how it was discussed everywhere. I wonder if there's a particular level of insanity that that type of thing breeds in its fans - or maybe, more broadly, "canon M/M with a large female fanbase." Like, you don't see this kind of thing in canon M/M stuff that's mostly watched by queer men rather than women, but there are shades of the insanity I also remember from Glee fandom (I was more active on the F/F side of things there, which had its own unhinged drama, but the Klaine vs. anti-Klaine stuff was so explosive that it was hard not to notice it if you were anywhere in that fandom, like a mushroom cloud in the distance). But YOI and OFMD do seem very... singular in the particular kind of obsession that they generate.

And I really wish people would shape the fuck up, because if they're going to act like this over and over again, that's just going to de-incentivize showrunners to make shows like this for that audience.

Driving Con O'Neill off Twitter was one of the worst parts of it, too. There was something so refreshingly earnest about how much he embraced the fandom, even the weirdest parts - saying with regard to NSFW fanart that "art is art" and retweeting stuff like his character in a crop-top that said "babygirl." It was so nice to see an actor who didn't usually have that kind of following embrace it wholeheartedly rather than steering clear. ....And then people had to be awful and creepy and obsessive and he left Twitter. I bet he's going to be a lot more skeptical of dealing with fans in the future!

It's not just the canon m/m aspect: it's the wholesomeness.

Yes, yes, they're all evil pirates, I agree, but watching S1 did give me the feeling of something that was supposed to be very progressive and light-hearted in particular ways. I don't think that's bad, but it does tend to attract some very over-sensitive fans with some very rigid expectations.

It's sadly par for the course that one of the random side character actors is the fun one and people are jackasses and desperately want the leads they ship to be the fandomy ones and/or just start creeping on any actor they can get a reaction from.

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Ghoul School (pt 2)

prompt: when you get out of the hospital, Lars has put it onto himself to take care of you until you're healed. I can confirm that there is a big chuck of text where you're really pissed off at him before he gets his shit together!

warnings: tbh i literally dont even know. umm yeah your shin is broken and you're concussed so. things may or may not get a little steamy...cussing duh

a/n: im super mega surprised all my Lars stuff has gotten popular; i think it’s very insanely unhealthy how much i love James Acaster.

~ there are a LOT of little secret references to James in here, comment what you picked out ;)

~ also this is probably longer than the first part idk, but its officially the longest post ive written @jesssuperwholock03

~requested by @thestralluvr

Lars visited you everyday. Every morning, every evening after work, sometimes even over his lunch breaks, like clockwork. You were beginning to think it was seriously unhealthy. You were lying in the hospital bed, 4 days after the incident, with your eyes closed. You heard a soft click of the door and you cracked your eyes slightly. You, being oh-so-surprised, were met with the tired face of your crush colleague and work partner. He wore his jumper tied around his waist, a dark colored button up adorning his body. His hair looked disheveled, which could only mean he had just finished a job. He looked so tired, more tired than you've ever seen him be. It was annoying, honestly. Annoying how attractive he was without even trying. 'Why can't I look like that' you thought to yourself, mentally frowning. You decided to acknowledge his presence, seeing how he took time, again, out of his day to come and visit you.

"Lars." You stated, turning your head look over at him. Lars froze, gazing down at your solemn face. You started to reach out to him, but thought otherwise and rested your hand back on the crisp sheets. You watched as he pushed his glasses up and pulled a chair to sit beside you. Lars rested his forearms on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped.

"I was told that you'll be able to get out of here today." He whispered, his tired eyes searching your face. He was desperate for you to come back, back to how things used to be, where he would tease you, and you would always find witty comeback. But he knew you couldn't, not for a while at least. Lars was so scared you weren't going to be able to work for Ghost Corps anymore, especially since the concussion you got really fucked up your head. Not to mention your shin, which was a huge impact on you.

Lars let out a shaky breath. He unclasped his hands and ran one through his hair. You reached out, more confidently this time, and rested your hand on his. He didn't move his hand; he was scared if you let go, you'd disappear.

"Lars." You said again, your face flashing with worry. Your other hand softly touched his chin, holding his face so delicately.

"I'm scared that you're not going to come back." Lars stated, grimacing at the words that flew out of his mouth.

"Why wouldn't I come back? What made you think this?" You asked, your eyebrows drawing together in a sad furrow.

"I want things to be the same, I don't want things to change." He whispered quietly, his eyes cast down.

"I think you and I both know that it won't be the same, neither of us want to admit it. Normally, you don't go around kissing people and pretend like you hate each other for the rest of your life." You explained, searching his eyes for an answer. His eyes glanced back at you as his cheeks burned with pink. You tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

"That's unfair, Lars. You can't expect me to leave you alone after that." You pleaded.

"Can we just drop it? It really doesn't fucking matter right now.” Lars snapped. You drew your hand away from his face, hurt flashing across your face.

“What I meant was that we should focus on getting you out of here.” He frantically explained. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away again. Lars had never felt an emotion like this. His ears were ringing and his brain was hazy. It could’ve only been described as embarrassment. He wouldn't cry, no, that's not what he wanted to do. He wanted to apologize over and over again until you'd forget he ever did anything or said anything.

“I think it's maybe time for you to go. When I get out, do me a favor and send Lucky and Pheebs to get me.” You muttered, looking down at your hands. Lars sat there for a few moments, his jaw clenched. He wanted to say something, anything, to make you understand how he felt. Instead, he got up and, with a longing gaze down at you, left.

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, which you allowed to fall down your cheeks. If he wanted to play that dumbass game again, you could do it, just not like you used to. You didn't realize that you were holding your breath until he walked out of the door, not looking back. You slammed your hand down on the bed in a fit of rage, which turned into a soft cry. You wished that you could make better sense of it all, but your wishes never came true.

It was only 2 hours after that you were discharged. Lucky and Phoebe, just as you had requested, rushed in to see you as soon as they could.

"Y/N!" Phoebe exclaimed, running to you and giving you a big hug. You smiled and hugged her back, or at least as much as you could with your crutches. Lucky joined in on the hug before you parted and started making your way to the car.

"Everyone is so happy you're coming home! We've all been super worried." Phoebe smiled, giving you a big smile.

"I'm so happy I get to see you guys again, Pheebs." You grinned back, ruffling her hair. Your mind wandered to Lars as you crutched your way to the car.

"Has um..." You started, realizing that the words were harder to get out of your mouth than you thought.

"He's not here. I haven't seen him since we went out this morning." Lucky explained, catching on to what you were about to ask. You looked down and nodded. 'Of course, how could I be so goddamn stupid.' You thought. Phoebe helped you into the car while Lucky set your crutches next to you. Trevor was driving, which was a whole other risk to be taking.

"Since when did they let you drive?" You asked, grinning at Trevor.

"Since Lars bailed at the last minute. I'm a great driver, so I have no idea what you're even talking about." Trevor bragged. 'He bailed at last minute? He never does that...' You thought sadly. He could've just been working really hard on whatever science thing he was studying. You really didn't know, but it did cut a little.

You didn't know you were carsick until you let Trevor drive you home. You thought Lars was a bad driver, but you quickly realized that Trevor was on the list of 'Never-Ever Drive Me Again,' along with Gary and Ray. You made a mental note of that as you struggled to stand to get out of the car. Trevor quickly rushed to your side to help you, easily pulling you up. You casted your gaze up, which fell on the Firehouse. 'Oh good, he won't be here.' You thought, as a feeling of relief washed over you. You hobbled in next to Phoebe and Trevor with Lucky trailing in not far behind. Callie and Gary stood right after the door, waiting for your arrival. As soon as you entered the Firehouse they were by your side, giving you warm 'hello's' and 'I'm so happy you're back and ok.' You were quick to hug them, hoping to talk to them about your situation with Lars.

"Alright kiddos, time to let the adults talk." Gary clapped, shooing away the smaller kids.

"Hey but I'm not-!" Trevor started, but was dragged away by Lucky. You three sat down around a table. It was silent for a moment as you tried to say what was on your mind.

"Did he come see you?" Callie asked, leaning in close.

"He came and saw me everyday. Sometimes up to three times." You whispered, your hands clasped together. Callie and Gary looked at each other.

"But when he came and saw me this morning, he was different. He was super moody, and got upset when I tried to confront him about kissing me like you said for me to do. I don't know if he doesn't like confrontation or if he, yknow, might be seeing someone else." You went on, nervously biting your nails.

"Y/N, I seriously doubt that there's many women who actually like Lars, much less want to even date him." Gary said, using his left hand to talk. 'Is he right? But I'm sure women think Lars is attractive.' You thought, scrunching your eyebrows together.

"I'm pretty certain that you're like the only woman he's ever talked to in a romantic way, probably even the only woman he’s ever even talked to." Callie confirmed.

"Either way, he likes you. We all know that." Gary finished. You were really hoping he was right, otherwise you were a fool being played.

You chatted for a little while longer, mostly about anything and everything that came to mind. After a while, you told them that you were ready to head home.

"I'll drive you home." Callie said, standing up and grabbing the keys. The ride home was filled with you and Callie singing awful 80's songs, the vast majority of them by Tears for Fears. That was something that cleaned your soul and freed your mind a while. Callie helped you into your apartment before she left with a hug and a warm 'see you soon.' You were seriously hoping that your torture would end.

After a day, you got restless. So restless that you decided to go back to the lab and start working again. Yes, it was idiotically stupid. No, you weren't going to listen to anyone and take a break. Honestly it was going to happen anyways. You walked into the lab the first day, partially hoping that Lars was going to be there, but alas he wasn't. You felt disappointment but you were hopeful that you'd see him tomorrow. Except you didn't. More days past by and you hadn't seen any sign of Lars in the lab at all. You were starting to get more and more worried.

It had been more than a week and you hadn’t seen Lars since. Concern was growing and you were growing weary waiting for him to return. It was extremely hard taking care of yourself, especially since you had to trek a long ways to get yourself to your car outside of your apartment. Finally, you decided it was time to go see Lars. It pissed you off so much that you were running to him, instead of him coming to you. You knew his place, mostly because you, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lucky would sometimes prank him by doing something so absurd he would tremble with anger. That was back when you had your little schoolgirl crush on him, before you realized that you loved him.

You decided to walk, opting for the fact that he knows your car all too well. You weren’t even sure if he was there, you really didn’t even bother checking to see in your group FindMy. You didn’t even bother use your crutches because they were stupid anyways, you could walk just find even though you had a little limp. God you just wanted to fucking punch his stupidly handsome face. He made your blood boil so much.

You were only a few blocks from from his house when it started to rain. Not just a light rain, but a pour. You grew a little worried for your cast, but continued on. You were completely drenched by the time you were on his doorstep. Even worse, it was cold out. You stood on his doorstep for a minute before you started to knock on his door. You breathed out, seeing your own breath in the air. You were so cold. No one answered, which was pretty typical for Lars. He was probably standing in the kitchen, not going to open the door.

"Lars!!" You yelled, knocking on the door some more. Water dripped from your face and you shivered again. The door still didn't open. You sighed and started walking away, the pouring rain drenching you again. You started to tread back to your apartment when you heard a loud bang and turned your head. There Lars was, standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared at you.

"Y/N!" Lars yelled back, meeting you in the rain. He craned his head to look down at you, his hands flying to meet your face.

"What are you doing here?" He said, his thumb swiping at your cheek.

"I came to see you. Where the fuck have you been, Lars Pinfield?!" You boomed, your right hand gripping the front of his shirt. His head dropped and he closed his eyes.

"I...I couldn't face you after that dumb shit I pulled. I wanted to apologize, really I did, but I couldn't bring myself to face you." Lars explained, his breath creating a misty cloud. All that either of you could do was stare at each other incredulously.

“Are you fucking stupid? I’ve wanted to see you all week, but your dumbass wouldn’t show up. Jesus Christ Lars, do you have any clue how much I’ve missed you? You’re so goddamn unfair you know that?!” You screamed, pounding on his chest. Lars’ hands moved from your face to your waist, holding you steady while you angrily punched him. He could only see you through his hair, which now stuck to his forehead, and his rain covered glasses which were fogging up. He was freezing, but all he could ever think about was you. How cold were you? Why would you sacrifice your time, hell, your health to come see him. He really couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend why someone would ever do that for someone. You would think with him being such a genius he would figure it out, however some people can be dense. But he realized that you were giving up all your time to invest in him. So, he decided that he needed to do the same.

"Do you think, maybe, that you'd want to spend the rest of your life, with me, maybe not just hating each other. And maybe not while hating each other, you'd like to be with me, y'know, for a long while?" Lars whispered, causing you to stop throwing punches. You looked up at him, in all his rain drenched glory. God, he looked so beautiful. You began to tremble, your hands lifting to capture his face with them. Lars breath quickened, his large hands gripping your waist. His hazy blue eyes captured yours, holding you in his everlasting gaze.

"Lars..." You murmured, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. It was soft, softer than you thought it would've been. You found yourself daydreaming again about kissing him, though you'd never let him know how many times you've done it. You realized how close you were after you felt his breath against your cheek. You leaned in closer, pressing your chest against his. It was like something out of a movie, the way time stopped then. When your lips pressed against his, your body shuddered. It was like fireworks went off inside of you, making you all jittery and excited. Lars' hands slipped from your waist to your ass, softly gripping the flesh there. You slipped your fingers into his blond locks, tugging lightly. You heard a light groan rumble from his chest as he pressed into you further.

You weren't sure if the rain mixed with the cold had made you delirious, but after Lars had pulled away, it made him look even hotter. His tousled, wet hair, his lips that were red after the kiss, the ruby flush that adorned his cheeks and ears, and his half-lidded eyes made him even more beautiful. You found yourself feeling heat creep up through your neck to your cheeks as he stared down at you.

“Shit, right, you need to get inside, now.” Lars commanded, dragging you towards the door.

“Lars—!” You exclaimed, eyes widening as he basically picked you up. Your hands fly to grip the shirt on his back as you hoists you over his shoulder. He muttered a few things under his breath as he strolled to the door, obviously not caring that the rain was coming down harder. Lars opened the door, set you down, and shut the door with the heel of his shoe.

“Give me a second.” He commanded, leaving you standing in the foyer. You shivered and looked around, noticing some things that seemed quite out of place. Lars had multiple different band posters framed and hung up around the house, most of them signed. You could pick out a few like Pindrop, Temps, and the Timewasters. You also found multiple different movie titles like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and other things. ‘Interesting’ You thought as you took in your surroundings. Lars appeared again with a towel and some sort of clothes he had found for you to wear.

“If you fuck up my good clothes, I’m kicking your ass to the curb again.” Lars sighed, throwing the towel at you.

“Whatever, brainiac.” You bit back, trying to hold back your grin as you shoved past him. That earned a scoff and an eye roll from Lars.

“Washroom is down the right hall, second door to the left.” He called, peaking down at you as you went to change.

Lars had never had a girl in his house before. Other than the times his mother and sister had come over from Britain, obviously. His “outside” friends insisted that he bring a girl home, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to when he could only think of you. It made him a little giddy knowing that you were here with him. It was like a fever dream, if he woke up it all would be gone. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure that there was a way to prove that this was real. Lars found himself wondering if you liked how his house was decorated, the clothes he brought you, even the way the house smelt. At the thought of these, he began to worry that you didn’t like it here. Those thoughts were denied when you waddled back from the bathroom, furiously rubbing at your hair to dry it. It was silly, really. Lars thought you looked a little too good in his clothes. His Temps T-shirt was too big for you, and his plaid pj pants were rolled a few times to even try and fit you.

“You look stupid in that.” Lars scoffed once more, looking anywhere but your face.

“Hey man, you picked this out. Don’t blame me for your shit style.” You tried back. A hint of a smile could be found dawning his face. You smirked and poked his cheek.

“Is that a smile I see? Is the Lars Pinfield smiling in my presence?” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand to fake gasp.

“No, it isn’t.” He replied, the smile growing wider on his face.

“It so totally is!!! Lars Pinfield is literally smiling right in front of me!” You exclaimed. He shook his head.

“Shut up. Anyways, I’m getting changed, don’t fucking break anything.” Lars sighed, sliding past you.

“You can put on anything, just as long as it’s not some stupid BritCom.” He added, shutting the door to his room.

“Who even watches BritComs…” You muttered to yourself. Walking back into the main foyer, you sat down on the sofa, which was surprisingly nice compared to how you thought your scientist boyfriend colleague lived. You sat down and flicked through the channels, stopping on whatever stupid romcom movie was on. You sighed and put your chin in your hand, anticipating the snappy response of ‘this is the shittiest movie I’ve ever seen.’

“Hey.” You heard from above you. Looking up, you saw Lars resting his elbows on the top of the sofa next to you.

“Hi.” You peeped back. Secretly, you were gawking at him. Lars wore a pair of white sweatpants and a black shirt. You’ve never seen him in casual wear, but you were absolutely loving it right now. His glasses weren’t pushed up, loosely sitting below the bridge of his nose, and his hair was still damp. If this wasn’t heaven, you didn’t know what was.

“What’re we watching?” He asked, glancing down at you. You shivered when his eyes locked on to yours.

“Some stupid romcom, you probably won’t like it anyways.” You answered.

“You’re right, I’ll probably think it’s super shitty, but I’ll watch it anyways.” He sighed, tipping his head towards you. You reached up and placed a kiss on his lips. Lars scrunched his eyebrows and sighed. After you pulled away, you patted the seat beside you, beckoning him to sit down. He all but scrambled to get next to you, plopping down with another big sigh.

“How’s your leg?” Lars asked once more, motioning to it with his eyes.

“It has definitely seen better days.” You replied earnestly. He nodded in sincerity, then turned his attention back to whatever you were watching. You looked over at him again before reaching over and slipping your hand into his. He didn't move, so you considered it a win. Taking matters into your hands again, you slid closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Lars' head rested on top of yours immediately and you smiled as he snuggled in closer. You could smell whatever cologne he was wearing, a citrusy, vanilla smell.

"You smell good." You muttered, looking up at him through your lashes. Lars didn't reply, but you could definitely imagine the look on his face. That little embarrassed smile with a scarlet blush dusting his cheeks. You found yourself becoming a little sleepy as you settled in. Blinking a few times, you tried to wake yourself up, but that only made you even more sleepy. Unintentionally, you started to fall asleep. As you drifted off to sleep, you could hear Lars mutter something to you, but you didn't respond.

Somehow, in the middle of the night, you had moved from the sofa, to Lars' bed. Now you only had 2 options as to how you got there. 1. You sleep walked to the bed and magically laid down, or 2. Lars had carried you there. You groaned and opened your eyes, lifting a hand to rub them. You blinked a couple times and sat up. No, Lars wasn't in here. So then, where was he? You slipped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, finding that he wasn't there either. A cup of coffee and some breakfast was left on the counter, along with a note saying,

'I'll be back later, got a couple things I need to work on at the lab. I left you some breakfast and I'm sure you can fend for yourself for lunch. Please don't burn the house down. - Lars' You smiled and picked up the coffee, finding that it was still steaming. You noticed that Lars had made the coffee the way you liked it, which meant he definitely paid attention whenever you ordered it.

After basically spending the whole day exploring Lars' house, you settled into the sofa once more with a random book you had picked out of his bookcase. Hearing keys jingle, you lifted your head from the book and saw Lars venture in. You slowly got up, minding both your head and leg, and made your way over to him.

"Hi handsome, how did work go?" You smiled at him, leaning against the doorway.

"It was...eventful. I got thrown up on by pukey." Lars sighed. You laughed and patted his shoulder.

"That was probably hilarious. I'll make dinner while you take a shower." You said, pushing him along to the bathroom.

"Mmmm, fine. But..." He started before he swooped down and kissed you. Your hand flew to his hair, giving it a nice tug. With that came a loud groan. Lars' gripped your waist and pushed you against the wall. His tongue swiped at your lips, which you gladly accepted. You snatched his glasses and tossed them away, squirming slightly as his nails dug your waist. When he pulled away he grinned,

"Looks like I'm not getting my shower in tonight."

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